It's cool Niish^^. This may be awkward, for I'm not sure how sick Kenzie is suppose to be here... and I'm assuming Radar is somewhere near by or with her.

A warm breeze from the north rustled through cinnamon fur as the sun crested the sky and turned back towards the west in a slow, steady descent. The sparkling globe made the long, drooling trip every single day from dawn until dusk and never once complained about its purpose in life, nor did it cease to rise at all. The slow procession always took place, though it altered a little from day to day. During those frigid, snowy weeks in the middle of the winter, days were short while the ever colder darkness grew stronger. It grew so great in length, that one might think the sun might not ever rise at all, yet just before all hope was lost and everything became shrouded in pure, intense shadow, twilight radiated from the eastern corners of the earth once more. The sun would fight back for his regal position over the world, starting his continuous gait a bit earlier each morn and ending a bit later each eve as his armies gained ground. Soon, plants and animals would simply flourish. From the dazzling colors of everything in bloom to the joyful bays of newborn fawns or the yelps of young pups, everything was bathed in the warm glow of sunlight.

It would get to the point where the rays simply baked the land, crisping the leaves and burning flesh. Fortunately, when all seemed destined to a life of fire, the cool shadows claimed the world once more. They offered respite for the dehydrated, exhausted creatures and took larger portions of the day until the whole process would start all over again. Yet despite this, the sun rose on. On this particularly hot afternoon, one canine pondered over the nature of such a resource. Her coat glistened brightly like one of his loyal subjects hidden among the ferns and berry bushes. To all colorblind creatures, she might not have existed at all, for the gleaming red of her petite body was completely drown out by the luscious emerald surrounding her. Even her two-toned eyes blended into her surroundings. Of course, that was excluding the large chunks of cream that streamed out of her at random parts of her body and gave her a ragged appearance. Old, dead tendrils from the downy fur beneath pulled free of their longtime homes and rose above to great the world and all its splendor. Unfortunately, that did not seem to help Kenzoku any.

Her shedding was late in coming, perhaps due to her species being use to slightly warmer climates that it took until midsummer for the heat index to actually register on her biological clock. Whatever the reason, the old hairs from the winter just past slowly worked their way out of the girl's flesh and revealed a sleek, short coat beneath with a brilliant scarlet sheen. Because of this, it seemed like the young wolf was in various stages of growth all at the same time from the streamline back of a young woman to the deep, old eyes clouded with shallow playfulness all the way to the rough, motley look of her fluffy rear and shaggy sides. On top of that, her naturally thin physique was only amplified by those exquisitely long legs and enormous ears to the extend that Kenzie almost appeared sickly thin or underfed. A high pitched yip echoed forth from her jaws into the surrounding territory, completely oblivious to the rest of her. It sang merrily into the afternoon light and lifted all the way up to the clouds.

As if the ground below had no hold on her, the youth leapt into the skies, soaring over bushes and thrashing mindlessly upon the weeds. Her paws wheeled around from side to side in the most ungraceful display, which teetered on the brink of falling. It was actually a wonder how the child managed to maintain her balance with all the rocking she was doing and the heavy sways she was making in whatever direction she turned too. Every twist was like an effort to keep the wolf from pummeling off the edge of a cliff with dirt and grass alike flying in her wake as her claws struggled to hold her steady. An ash-tipped brush shook sporadically from side to side, up and down and all around, for it no longer opted to aid in balance and choose to express the girl's simplistic, unadulterated bliss instead. A pink, moist appendage lolled out the left side of her mouth idly, like it could lap up the skies for all the panting she was doing. Perhaps she figured that it was easier to keep her noise maker out of her maw so the playful yips she made resounded across the entire territory. Or perhaps it helped to cool her down; after all, it had been several hours since she last had a drink or even stopped her aimless wandering to rest in the shade.

Granted, the dear was hardly left alone, but she seemed ignorant to that fact, her words spiraling into the air purely for her own enjoyment, yet seeming to address an array of invisible beings. Oh lord Sun!. The less-than-nimble female hollered gaily above the wind.Why do yeh travel from dawn 'til dusk day aft'r day, n'er stoppin' fer nuttin? What invokes teh spir't in yeh? Doth teh fair lass, Moon, arouse such dedy-caseshun in yeh? I be finkin' she has 'er eye out fer yeh, lad. Teh Misses be gleamin' mighty prett'ly these past few eves. Mayhaps she be waitin' fer teh night when ye be wonder'n o'er. Aye, the lass be ever trailin' in yer shadows, followin' the brightly path yeh make durin' the day in 'er own time when darkness reigns. A light, distant smile crossed the twelve month old's already convoluted features then, her eyes twinkling with a clear madness, even though wonder dominated all else at the moment. Her usually sweet and unmistakably soothing voice was now twisted with a drugged, slow nature and unusually foreign accent, not to mention each addition word rode on the fringes of hoarseness. For a second, a touch of brilliance crossed her expression, but it crumbled into the rest of her almost as quickly as it started. Or is it ye who follows the moon?