Post by Deleted on May 27, 2023 0:51:00 GMT
The wind rolled from the watery waves onto the docks, adding to the humid scent on the breeze. The husky was not usually one to wander off too far on his own. He preferred the comfort of the walls to keep the bad weather out. Especially now that it was getting warmer. However, being a part of a clan did have its downfalls. The other members expected him to do his due diligence and play his part in the role assigned to him. He wondered if that was the way all canna's lives worked. They were born, they were given their role as ele'canna or owi, and then they just do what they do until they're too old to do it anymore. A small huff escaped from the end of his muzzle. Didn't sound like much of a life to him.
His tail waved high over his back as he pranced down the wooden docks. He found himself humming along to the soft clickety-clacks of his nails as they struck the planks. Sanded wood sure felt strange under his paws. It was something he considered often. Why did things feel different? Shouldn't the concrete feel the same as the grass? It was all ground, after all. And shouldn't the dirt feel the same as mud? They were the same thing! It didn't make much sense as to why things had to be different. But, then again, these different things were all the same. No matter what substance they were made of, he would still walk on top of it.
The air coming off the water had an almost tangy taste to it. His ears flicked at the strangeness of it all. Without even thinking, he found himself in a sitting position and leaning over to itch the back portion of his neck with his hind leg. Immediately after the feeling was satiated, he took to biting his front legs, chewing them with the fronts of his teeth to quell the itchy feeling. Oh no. The time was coming up soon. The season where he would be itching and scratching and just overall miserable in his own fur. Plus, he tended to make a mess.
The breeze softened his scratching as it soothed him. His bi-colored eyes noted as the wind picked up a small tuft of his own fur and blew it around him. The fur seemed to be dancing with the wind. How much fun that must be to be so light as to be carried on the breeze! The winds did feel stronger here, as well. What if...? Yes. Yes! This place would be a wonderful area to come back to when his coat was being fully blown! Did others know about this place? He pondered the question. His ears flicked as he was lost in thought.
With a determined look on his face, he made his decision. Pointing his nose up to the cloud-covered sky he let forth a small little "whoo..." Pausing to sneeze and wipe his paw across his nose he gave the feat another attempt. Raising his head up towards the heavens he let out a great howl. Trained and practiced in the Why'o ways, the call would catch the attention of all of those nearby, friend or foe. Of course, he hadn't considered what may happen if his voice reached the ears of a foe...
His tail waved high over his back as he pranced down the wooden docks. He found himself humming along to the soft clickety-clacks of his nails as they struck the planks. Sanded wood sure felt strange under his paws. It was something he considered often. Why did things feel different? Shouldn't the concrete feel the same as the grass? It was all ground, after all. And shouldn't the dirt feel the same as mud? They were the same thing! It didn't make much sense as to why things had to be different. But, then again, these different things were all the same. No matter what substance they were made of, he would still walk on top of it.
The air coming off the water had an almost tangy taste to it. His ears flicked at the strangeness of it all. Without even thinking, he found himself in a sitting position and leaning over to itch the back portion of his neck with his hind leg. Immediately after the feeling was satiated, he took to biting his front legs, chewing them with the fronts of his teeth to quell the itchy feeling. Oh no. The time was coming up soon. The season where he would be itching and scratching and just overall miserable in his own fur. Plus, he tended to make a mess.
The breeze softened his scratching as it soothed him. His bi-colored eyes noted as the wind picked up a small tuft of his own fur and blew it around him. The fur seemed to be dancing with the wind. How much fun that must be to be so light as to be carried on the breeze! The winds did feel stronger here, as well. What if...? Yes. Yes! This place would be a wonderful area to come back to when his coat was being fully blown! Did others know about this place? He pondered the question. His ears flicked as he was lost in thought.
With a determined look on his face, he made his decision. Pointing his nose up to the cloud-covered sky he let forth a small little "whoo..." Pausing to sneeze and wipe his paw across his nose he gave the feat another attempt. Raising his head up towards the heavens he let out a great howl. Trained and practiced in the Why'o ways, the call would catch the attention of all of those nearby, friend or foe. Of course, he hadn't considered what may happen if his voice reached the ears of a foe...