Four wolves. All marked with a simple detail that, in its simplicity, makes each one stand out from the others.
One, fur colored red, with bangles adorning his right forepaw seems to distance himself slightly from the others, signaling his youth and awkwardness around the older males.
Another, with a dusk brown colored pelt, raises his head revealing a sturdy looking collar; its dark brown luster giving a silent, yet, uneasy and somehow sinister feel to his easy going attitude.
Next, with a pelt colored both blue and gray, the largest of the three turns his head to the side; his eyes constantly surveying the area around them for possible signs of food…or danger. In the very center of his chest, a cross shaped scar holds precedence, shining like a white beacon to all those who try to challenge him; telling of his past hardships and transgressions.
Lastly, the largest of the four and the one who leads them. Though he has no scars or objects that show how he stands as his own self…his detail is the shining white fur that covers his body. Like a sign, his fur speaks of his simple innocence; not as a young pup's innocence…but the innocence of one who believes in something that others have forsaken. With this blind conviction he travels onwards…and behind him the others follow, unable to turn away from his determination.
Once apart, now together, they walk onwards.
One thought, one whispering notion, helps to keep their pawsteps steady and unwavering. Though it's only one word, it instills an unseen force within each of them.
Together they look up into the darkened sky, whispering that one word up to its vast depths…and as if on cue snow begins to fall, swallowing the small pack into the gathering snow storm.
…Paradise.
A/N: The beginnings of another Wolf's Rain fanfic! I think I did quite well, even if it is only the Prologue. I look forward to the comments and reviews; don't be shy to tell me how it was. Arigato!