Traydon River

This river is famously known for its fish!

~# Heal #~ & ~*Wintertime Stories*~
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Posted on May 10, 2011 at 07:12:36 PM by Kansas and Brom

Kansas was babysitting. He actually didn’t even mind babysitting. By his side ran Brom, Autumn, and Vaughn. His new siblings. Another had been born into their litter but sadly he had been stillborn- however their mother Witch was mad and had taken it upon herself to crazily go on a search to find life for her dead son. The blond male didn’t mind though, he thoroughly enjoyed taking the pups out. He wanted to be a father one day and would soon set out on a quest for a mate once his siblings were old enough to take care of themselves…. For the moment he needed to help his crazy mother out. Creamy-yellow fur curled out behind him in the wind as he walked along the river bank at Traydon with a smile on his maw, light blue eyes darting this way and that to make sure the pups were tagging along.

Brom ran up ahead, the scruffy, arrogant one. His fur was a matted mess of wildness, sticks and dirt had been weaved into his curls and even his pelt colour was scruffy- a mixture of greys, browns, and tan. When you looked at his eyes though everything changed. His eyes were a deep honey-brown and when you looked into them you saw an honest, beautiful, kind being. Maybe Brom would grow into his kindly optics though because for the moment he was a ####y fool. He thought himself to be the best at everything. The pup turned back for a second and yapped at Autumn. He then pounced at Vaughn, taunting him. "Cummon Vaughny, betcha can’t catch a fish!" he whooped, weird, gypsy like accent clear in his boisterous tones. Kansas rolled his eyes and nudged Brom with a low chuckle.

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