{made to meet your maker}

Traydon River

This river is famously known for its fish!

{made to meet your maker}
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Posted on December 31, 2012 at 08:45:11 PM by Attica

The boy didn't respond to Mari's smile, kind and gentle though it was. It was rare to catch smiles in Meteor, and the boy doubted he'd ever seen his mother smile at all. His father.. Attica shook his head, not wanting to really consider what Damian would look like when he smiled. He liked his father and his mother, very much, and neither had done anything to harm him or do anything other than help his growth, but they didn't smile. Their relationship, however, was not abnormal, not to Attica; it was all he'd ever known. He tilted his head, ears perked as she warned him with a quiet concern that caught him a little. He drooped a little, bored with this necessary lesson. Had he been a little wiser, he likely would have taken more heed, but as it was the older fem's comment seemed silly. Nodding lightly in reply, he didn't really know what else to say in response besides, "Oh." He'd not been warned like this before. At best his mother could provide him with a "don't wander too far" or "stay where I can see you," but that had never been particularly commanding - or particularly effective, considering his little ventures like today's to the riverbank.

When Mari gave the account of her wound, though, the boy seemed to light up, his gold eyes brightening as he focused intently on her. His gaze swept to her scarred leg, passing the wounded paw without much by way of wiggling at the gore. He didn't even squirm when she mentioned how she got it; in fact, it brought the closest thing to a smile to the boy's lips yet. "Are you a hunter?" he asked with no small amount of fascination, finally resting his gaze from her injury to rest on her face again.

As she asked him about his home life, his ears drooped a little and his gaze fell to his large paws. He picked up one paw and began to brush the snow-dappled ground before him, shrugging a little as the conversation turned to him. "There's me and my two brothers and my sister," he explained, "and my mama and my dad. We live in a pack but I don't know anyone from there. We keep to ourselves," the pup said with the simple logic of a child. He looked back up at her finally, hoping this part of the conversation was over but doubtful it was. "I don't know why."

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Will You Remember Me? - By Mari January 6, 2013 at 08:24:43 PM

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