He wandered. From here to there and back again. The evergreen forest was interesting but it was mostly all the same. Evergreens, smaller broad-leaf trees, little bushes and various little plants he knew nothing about. Moss and leaves and… lots of green. It was very green.
Eventually America found himself at a new place and he paused, eyes wide as he beheld it. The land was different here, as were the trees. Denser, bordering on the forest to the south. He pushed through the smaller trees near the edge to discover massive gnarled trees bearing their roots. They towered over him and twisted around him.
If he used his imagination he could see trails that might have been used by other wolves… or other animals. Wait, there really were some trails. This forest was as peculiar looking as he was and he pushed through it as quietly as possible, as if any step could disturb the trees and bring them to live. Hesitant to find out what creatures might live in a forest such as this.
It was entirely new to him. New, and intimidating.
The scent of wolves finally struck him and he stopped full tilt, bristling. Did a pack live here? A band of rogues?
“Hey!” he shouted to the trees, listening to the echo as he stood and stared up at them, fur standing on end as if the trees had offended him.
Nov 18, 2017 02:06 PM
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