Tsk Tsk [Open]

[Beethoven__]

Oh he could get into such trouble for this. It was almost amusing to think about it really. The fact that he'd told Prosper he was going for a run about the borders- make sure that none had been compromised. Yet, look where he was now? The Yellow Meadow, oh the slight freedom made him giddy. Sure the entire thing was covered in snow, as was everything else- but c'mon. It's level expanse gave him the vivid memory of the outback, something that made his skin crawl with nostalgia. Oh he wanted to go back so badly, he couldn't blame the human race- well, he should but their reasons were well intended. His tongue strode as a pink line across his sandy muzzle. Rib encased lungs pulling in a fresh breath of air as his mottled eyes searched the unbroken snow for something to do.

There were no scents on the air, something the dingo found very annoying. He knew there were other packs, Retronym and Colcannon- the two that always seemed to dance the line of war. He chuckled, they were idiots, truly they had to be. What good came of war? Nothing but bloodshed and death, hurt and grief. A low grunt left his lungs, well, that was something Retronym loved. They were creepy, the entire lot of them. His ears shifted, gathering the sounds that echoed upon the gentle wind that ran across the hibernating field. Wisps of snow took to the air, dancing like tornadoes across the floor of milky white. His imagination turned the dancing into flowers- something he had yet to encounter here. The flowers gave way to the dunes, the hard rock of the outback where the red stone stood out against the sky. A gleaming smile took to his features as he took off.

His paws pulled him along, darting off into the expanse, pads begging to remind him that this was snow, not the hard rock of a continent that people had stored their criminals upon. His stride stretched, jaws wide as he ran across the snow covered plain. Time slowed like a movie about a racehorse, each paw stomping the ground with a reverberating thud. He was giddy, there was no doubt about it. He was so caught up in his mind that nothing edged into his consciousness. Nothing at all. Well, things did, but they were ignored. He wasn't processing information- not one bit, and if his King was around, he'd be ashamed. Well, he'd be pissed first of all- since BT had lied to him and taken the day off from his duties. This thought managed to dawn upon the Dingo, and he laughed aloud.

'Perhaps,' he thought,' I should turn back..' He considered it, but put the idea to rest quickly. What would be one day out in the open and wild? It wasn't that serious a crime, now, if he brought a rogue into the territory- that would be a crime. His thoughts were ruining his mood, BT shook his head, tried to clear them.