I go to seek a great perhaps! (open)

V a l e n

'Cause maybe you're loveable

And maybe you're my snowflake

Glittery, perfect orbs, circles of a milky glowing hue. So easy on the brilliant green eyes that stared at them. Stars, yes. An amazing display of the universe, the solar beauty that could only be seen at night. If it were not for day, Valen might waste away staring at them, dreaming recklessly. It was the only time the man allowed his walls to crumble. Wanderlust emulating from his being, he felt utterly at ease. A calmness that did not show on the outside, but resonated as a warmth within him. His body was planted firmly on ground, coated with the dying reminisce of summer. The leafs gave off an earthly pungent fragrance that danced so softly in his snout, it made him most glad. A few moments later, and Valen shifted, before beginning to move again. No use spending time on unimportant things for too long.

That's all Valen was, business. He lived a strict set of rules that he crafted himself, preferring to seclude himself as much as possible until he needed socialization, craved it. If anything might be a weakness for the man, it was his blatant arrogance, although kind and gentlemanly, he had always had a problem with thinking himself better then everyone. It wasn't like Valen acted on it, extremely though. He kept this tightly bottled away, only allowing the rare remark to pass through pursed lips. He learned to control that side, tame it.

Valen swept past the crumbled fall leaf's, a small look of satisfaction displayed on his gentle features. Winter would come soon, and the ability to blend in with his surroundings would be much more difficult. The mottled canvas he had been blessed with did not fair well in disguising him from the whiteness, but it was not like he needed it anyway for he wasn't a hunter. He had been assigned the duty of being a Spy, sneaky and able-footed was his forte. Yet, it went further then that, Valen was also aware that not only must you be stealthy, you must also be willing to be tortured, and killed for your family. From the day he was sworn in as a spy, Valen had promised he would never tell anything to anyone about the doings of the Earth pack, no matter the brutality they used against him.

Valen went on through the now sparce woods. A few leaves still hung about on trees, but it looked as though even a small breeze might unhinge it's fragile grasp. He liked to witness the transition of seasons, it was beautiful. At that moment though, the man was quite bored. He didn't wish to sit idly and gaze, and dream. As a wise wolf once told him, "Some of us use thought to participate in life". And that was exactly what Valen struggled with so many times in his life. Participating, and being entirely their, when he was simply a dreamer and could think up so many greater things then what was in reality. Truth be told, maybe he was looking for the next Great perhaps. Which could only begin with a maybe. That's what Valen needed.