08-26-2016, 08:48 AM
Dungaree looked around at his surroundings. Pines, birch, sassafras and dogwood trees stood around him, bare and dormant. He smiled, knowing that they would bring forth life. New trees would rise up in the spring. Somehow, the forest gave him comfort. Dungaree looked to the field. Maybe it was that it was less crowded here than there.
Dungaree nosed the forest floor, trying to find the few remnants of grass that remained. He found some at the base of an oak tree. Grazing, he let his mind wander. Beqanna seemed like a nice place, at least from what he observed. Maybe he'd stay here, if he could find a place to call home.
Soft noises him made his ears flick, letting whomever -- or whatever -- was there know that he know. Then he looked up, not sure if they knew. He looked around, his jet black pelt clashing with the stark white of the little clearing he had found. His eyes were contrastiing with his fur, Blue against black. Day against night.
(OOC: Sorry this is terrible.)
Dungaree nosed the forest floor, trying to find the few remnants of grass that remained. He found some at the base of an oak tree. Grazing, he let his mind wander. Beqanna seemed like a nice place, at least from what he observed. Maybe he'd stay here, if he could find a place to call home.
Soft noises him made his ears flick, letting whomever -- or whatever -- was there know that he know. Then he looked up, not sure if they knew. He looked around, his jet black pelt clashing with the stark white of the little clearing he had found. His eyes were contrastiing with his fur, Blue against black. Day against night.
(OOC: Sorry this is terrible.)