*His ear buds were blasting with heavy music, his multicolored blue and silver eyes looked the visible moon his eyes fixated, he slowly reached his arm, hesitated, his paw balled into a fist to his heart, his ears pinned, he then slowly reached at nothing, "I know you're there."*
*He pulled out his personal old iPod he had when he was young, he had all of his songs he tapped going through his library, his M4 close to his chest, resting, selected on SAFE, he chose a song that was pure adrenaline, heavy, and deep. He tapped to repeat the song all night.*
*Wind rippled his clothing and his multicolored, green, white striped, black elongated tail swayed with the wind, he unlatched his magazine from his M4, inserting it in his tactical pouch, as he cocked his M4, chamber showing. He grunted assuredly.*
*He was laying down in the desert sands tactically on his back, moon rays from the overcast sky pierced the vibrant colors of his fur on his body he wasn't completely hidden in the desert, calm, surrounded in his environment he held his M4 close to his chest his FN 309 holstered*