So fragile was the day, for one horrid moment in one wonderful day could spoil all of its fortune. Even as the wind blew, life became less bright and connected - the mind always lingered back to its faults. Massive paws tread against the soil, loose and fertile from a recent rain. It was rather cool this morn', the wind coursing through his thick ebony pelt. Each glance that touched the land adorned it, loved it with all its heart and soul, for this was true beauty at his greatest. Red-brown eyes looked for a leader, yet none he came across. Perhaps it was simply best to wait.
Close behind him, his mate would be traveling with him, the beautiful grey female. So full of life she was, he could hardly think when he was in her presence. "Tine, we have neared the land," Harith called happily, wagging his ebony tail behind him as they stepped into the sunlight. Much had he heard of this place, where the green grass grew; where the deer ran freely; where the trout swarmed the streams during mid-summer.
"It is beautiful here," he said, walking about. They were so surely young, just coming from the river herself a few days ago. Surely, his brother and his mate would be along soon enough.