The pale full moon sit gently on the void darkness of the clear night sky, the stars twinkle like gems, just like flickering lights in of the candle. A old giant oak tree sits on a slopped hill, the tree centuries old but still growing strong, its young branches sway with the wind whilst sitting on top of a hill surrounded by grassy fields. The wind blow with a soft howl as the long grass dances with it, the sound of brushing grass with the wind vibrating though the air. The sea crashes onto the hills below, the rocky and rough landscape at the drop below the hill faces the vast ocean, the sound is soft but claim; The cold wind blows again, as the two furs hug each other closely, they shared a wool blanket which they had, he lays hes back on the tree as the other hugged hes chest closely, watching the horizon slowly...

Art done by  ArrYeen
Commissioned by & Ark owned by  ArkTheWoff
Strafy owned by  RoverJack