Fell

Black Pelt ruffled slightly in the breif chilled wind, his breath rose slightly to the skys above, he stood on the freezing yet soft floor of the world, his family far behind him he scented the air, perking his skyscrapers his deep golden eyes flinted across the dark land, he then threw back his maw to the sky, his howl sending over the lands, full of mourning and lonelness, he was that of a loner, his hide dark black, his eyes deep golden with a small sliver of green in the right, he looked once more over the snow covered land before him.

Fell

He sighed and turned from the lands scenting the air once more he woffed his nose, turning with the wind he leaped with it and with a flashing and a sliver of green from his eye he was gone.