Sing and lift your soul for me (Open)

[Henley]

Dark sneezed as she looked around the Orchard. It was surprisingly empty. The female cocked her head slightly confused on why it was so bare around these parts. there were usually many other wolves, and other species roaming around, but apparently not at the moment. She then wagged her tail and continued out into the clearing. It was dark out, but then again the moon was shining proudly upon all the trees, making the ground a chalk white. It was pretty to the canine, she liked the pale look of the grass, it looked almost like it was burned so badly that the ashes kept the mold of the blades, it amazed the young female. She showed no outward signs of her wondrous awe though, preferring to keep it wrangled up tight where no other soul could bear to see it, as it was not in Dark's nature to be openly revealing.

The canine settled down on her hind quarters under a patch of the streaming moonlight. it bounced off of her fur slightly, making it kind of glimmer, but the black points around some of her fur prevented her form appearing to be glistening, although she was loving the way the moon felt. It felt kind of cold, comforting to Dark, for reasons she just couldn't explain. She looked around to see if anyone else was in the area, maybe she could have some fun and make some innocent bystander bend to her greedy will, her iron fist, just maybe.