Members of Elkshire, maybe?
The changing of seasons.
The changing of weather.
Evergreen trees that remained the same. A spattering of pale green—turning, fading—yellow and orange. Loose leaves that folded and curled, dropped and fallen to the ground.
Mountains that rose from the earth like a mouthful of jagged teeth. Sharp and crooked and curved, all reaching—stretching—towards the sky.
It was getting colder.
Darker, and then shorter.
He scratched at the base of his ear and the side of his neck with one of his back paws, his body twisted and turned, a tripod, momentarily, stood on three awkward legs. He sniffed at the base of a nearby tree, smelled the remnants of deer, a bear, and he stepped—stumbled—forward, one back leg still raised while he tried to walk closer and scratch his ear at the same time.
He licked his lips.
All four of his paws back down on the ground.
And he raised his back leg and peed.
The changing of weather.
Evergreen trees that remained the same. A spattering of pale green—turning, fading—yellow and orange. Loose leaves that folded and curled, dropped and fallen to the ground.
Mountains that rose from the earth like a mouthful of jagged teeth. Sharp and crooked and curved, all reaching—stretching—towards the sky.
It was getting colder.
Darker, and then shorter.
He scratched at the base of his ear and the side of his neck with one of his back paws, his body twisted and turned, a tripod, momentarily, stood on three awkward legs. He sniffed at the base of a nearby tree, smelled the remnants of deer, a bear, and he stepped—stumbled—forward, one back leg still raised while he tried to walk closer and scratch his ear at the same time.
He licked his lips.
All four of his paws back down on the ground.
And he raised his back leg and peed.
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