<font color=#a1987a><font color=black>for any </font>how am I still alive?</font>

The outside world doesn't know what's going on. Not now, not ever, they are all like lost sheep set forth into this world, the great bears of the world tearing them apart piece by piece, throwing them to the wind so that they spread their bits all over the world. Shattered, and uncomplete they walk around trying to find themselves, darkness enfolds and they sleep, daylight breaks in and they awaken to begin their search all over again. Some of them will find what is theirs, all those little bits and pieces that are scattered about, collect them up and perhaps manage to glue them all back together. The good potters of the world will be able to fill the seams with glue just right, to patch it up and paint it all back together until it is as if nothing has ever happened. Others, will find their pieces, glue them together haphazardly, uncaring for the cracks and holes that remain for the world to see. No paint, just glue. But others. Others will never find their pieces. Lost forever in an eternal struggle that will never let them see the light of day.

It is dark. There is no den for him to sleep in tonight, he has wandered far to get away from all the voices. His mind is marred, it doesn't seem to be the same and he doubts that it will ever be what it had once been. The stars over head in the clear winters sky, the snow that had fallen leaves a well under a tree, some where for a lone wolf to sleep undesturbed by the traffic of others. In other words, perfect for Paldor. As soon as he gets under the branches and slips down the side of the well, it's probably two feet high, a sheer drop off from the edge to the bare ground below. A tree well is what happens when it snows, a lot, and the snow slides down the branches of the tree but doesn't get under it. Landing on the ground and building up over time. Some tree wells can get quiet deep and thus most tend to leave them alone when the snow gets like this. He settles in and within no time he is asleep.

But it's not long before he's awake again. Though this time it's a different landscape, no longer does snow coat the world, no longer is he in a tree well, if he was thinking right he'd know that this was no longer the place in which he currently called his 'home' (and he uses that word loosely) this was his old home. Before the fire. But he doesn't think on this. His world was in so much chaos to go back felt like a dream come true to be back here, as if what he'd gone through was the dream and that now he'd come home at last. A female dressed in as much white as he springs forward from behind a bush, her happy yips cause him to return them with his own happiness. His tail wags and his skin is not as tight to his bones as it had been. Here he was filled out, the white she-wolf was his mate, his beloved Countess, their love was something to be admired and feared at the same time. Two powerful wolves that should never have been allowed to meet in the first place.

"My love, it is good that you are home!" she speaks to him, her words hushed yet excited at the same time "come, this way quickly" she says and darts away from him before she'd gotten close enough for his nose to touch the very tips of her hair near her cheek. His smile is devistatingly charming, those eyes a pale blue hue with the black pupils dazzle with mischeif as he tags along following her to their special place. Deep within the thick forest they run, the smells of broken earth and snapped branches invigorates him, pushes him on further until he can run no further and there she lays. Deep in a loamy bed of moss, the pink feathers of her caste lay behind her ear so softly he can't help but let out a soft wimper of delight. His body moves to push through the forest but it begins to close in around him, the darkness spreading through out his mind, enclosing around his Countess, the nightmare takes over and he bites, barks, yelps and thrashes about as much as he can to get rid of the entangled branches that threaten to enclose him forever.

"talks like this"

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