The grey and white wolf eventually got to his feet, taking in the surprisingly beautiful land before him. A beach with palm trees that were trying hard to hold on. The sand was pleasant beneath his toes as he squished about. The sea breeze made him feel at home, as if what ever force had taken him nearly gave him a present in another realm.
A chance to branch out and see things from a different perspective perhaps. Either way, Tasik would learn to make the most of this new life, each day at a time. But why was it so dark and cold out here? Where was the sun that once kissed the sky? The warmth that would grace one's skin? Perhaps there was someone, somewhere, who would know the answers.
