Snippet #1977872

One paw step didn't make a sound, the other didn't either, the third one cracked a twig and the wolf let out a sigh. A light grey cloured wolf with a darker brown stripe pattern and spots stopped, his blue eyes scanning the area for any signs of possible danger around him. A blue, glowing tube hang around his neck with some tow, some say, it is that thing that keeps the old wolf alive, others say that it is just a tube with glowing bugs, and others say it is something he uses with time-travel, yet no one knew exactly what it was for, but everyone knew this old wolf seemed from a different age, from very long ago it seemed.

As Sorvon continued to walk, his attention was focused on the stars as he was looking up through the leaves and the stars in the dark skies. It had always fascinated him, stars, and sometimes he wished he knew what they actually were and what the purpose was of them, but that would be a bit too difficult for wolves to figure out and to understand, yet he wished that he could. Another sigh left him as he looked forward and went on.

The old male wolf always seemed to be a loner of some sort yet he always seemed to be there when you needed him the most. He seemed to appear from out of no where and stand by your side, or vanish without a sound and you'll never even notice it. Strange, wise and mysterious the old wolf was, seeming from a different age, seeming from long, long ago, with wisdom so plentifull, yet only sharing it when wanted to.