Drifting on the breeze, never staying in one place for long, never settling, never making connections. That was what Hawkes wanted, what he had decided was necessary. It was safer, despite the yawning hunger in his belly and the strange loneliness that clung to him like a second skin. Sometimes, if he were brutally honest with himself, he wondered if life would be better if he had other wolves to rely on.
Not that he’d ever admit to that. Out loud, at least.
His stomach growled and he sucked on his teeth in mild annoyance. Winter did tend to make it more difficult to find enough to eat, after all. Hunger was a fairly constant companion at this point. Hawkes had wandered into the forest in search of more prey, but this place was pretty quiet, save for the quiet bubbling of the small streams that cut through the mossy floor. At the very least, the greenery was soft on his paws, soothing the cracks that had settled in the pads there.
The sun had drifted beyond the horizon a half an hour ago, blanketing the forest in darkness. Hawkes sighed heavily and set about trying to find a good place to rest for the night when something froze him in his tracks.
Well, now, wasn’t this a pretty sight?
As the sunlight faded, new light settled in. The fungi that Hawkes had previously overlooked had come to life, glowing green and illuminating the area enough for Hawkes to see where he was going.
Curious, he approached a patch of mushrooms growing low on the bark of a nearby tree. And as he watched, luminous spores floated off of them, dancing like fireflies right before his eyes and drawing a rare smile on Hawkes’ muzzle.
Hawkes wasn’t the type to appreciate nature’s beauty often, but this was certainly something else.
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