Music drifted in the air from the human village not too far from where a wolf of mixed hues of blue danced through the night. His back paws looked like blood-stained hooves and a figure of Shiva, a god of mystical peace, shimmered on his side. His tail, which could easily be mistaken for a living serpent, followed his prancing, lithe movement.
"Can you hear the calling," he howled to each and every bright star, "of the raging wind and water!" His leaping became smoother and more frequent as the music's beat frantically increased as if to escape the sky patterened shadow. His front paws, a golden color, clawed at the sky searching for a foothold to bare the furried body up into the inky embrace of the night.
His body began to slow, clearly tiring of the effort the dance took. The snake behind him thrashed in annoyence of the interuption. Taishan's velvet pink tongue hung loose, gulping air instead of water. He repeated his quiet cry and the music slowly began to die down. A sharp scent mixed with his own spicey one. All four paws met, and stayed, on the earth.
"We have company?" Taishan panted to his tail, which only increased its twitching.
