01-12-2009, 07:18 PM
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Ehno had wandered out past the northern boundaries of Crimson Dreams to take a look at the large expanse of forest that lay there. He had been to the northern forest once before on a rainy summer day, too distracted by the sudden downpour to really examine the area closely. It was a quiet midday afternoon, the sun above finally parting the clouds for a few hours to brighten up the area. Fresh snow from the night before covered the ground, signaling his footsteps with a soft crunch each step of the way. The forest was silent and serene, the perfect place to come and relax.
Though, the male wasn’t only out for adventure this day. He carried his old travel back on one shoulder, pulling it out in front of him for easy access. The back was nearly half-full of sticks and branches. He had discovered a small fireplace in the study on the first floor of the mansion, and thought it would be nice to use it during the winter, maybe give the pups a nice little warm room to play in when they popped into the mansion. So he was out gathering the small pieces of wood for kindling, intending to collect larger logs to sustain the fires later that evening.
The chocolate-hued male decided to stop his searching for a little while, stuffing one last branch into this bag. He placed the sack on the ground beneath a large tree. He grabbed a handful of snow from the ground, packing it into a small ball. Leaning against the tree, he busied himself tossing the newly-formed snowball up and down.
Though, the male wasn’t only out for adventure this day. He carried his old travel back on one shoulder, pulling it out in front of him for easy access. The back was nearly half-full of sticks and branches. He had discovered a small fireplace in the study on the first floor of the mansion, and thought it would be nice to use it during the winter, maybe give the pups a nice little warm room to play in when they popped into the mansion. So he was out gathering the small pieces of wood for kindling, intending to collect larger logs to sustain the fires later that evening.
The chocolate-hued male decided to stop his searching for a little while, stuffing one last branch into this bag. He placed the sack on the ground beneath a large tree. He grabbed a handful of snow from the ground, packing it into a small ball. Leaning against the tree, he busied himself tossing the newly-formed snowball up and down.