Oh where did they go?

That was the only thought on his mind as the pure white boy looked over the expansive lands. He had left the swampy area of Iromar when he had seen Wraith following that one girl who had made fun of him and called him stinky. Elesor was her name, thankfully Wraith had stood up for him then, as did his other brother Vainglory, but where were they going now? The white boy bobbed along far behind them, trying to run after his brother and the un-pure girl, but they were getting to far away. He couldn’t keep up and the more he tried it just felt like the more land they were putting between them. It was a bunch of bushwa and he knew it! If Mom or Dad knew they were all out here they would get in big trouble! And Istas didn’t want to get into trouble. He filled up his little puppy lungs before screaming towards his brother,

”Wraith!! Don’t leave me behind! Come back now!” But it was clear his sibling did not hear him from so far. He whined, ”I don’t want to be caught out here alone.” Frowning as his ghastly eyes stared at his siblings form disappearing even further over the ridge until he was gone. He can’t say he was happy to be alone, he was a social butterfly really, bit whiny perhaps sometimes, but he loved being around others even if it was just his family. His slightly curly fur blew in the breeze, pausing and just whining as he continued to look for his sibling. He was gone, for sure he was gone, and he was going to get in trouble.

Now what would he do? Go back maybe, but where exactly was back? He turned looking behind him at all the unfamiliar territory he had crossed. Something told the pure white boy he wasn’t in Iromar anymore. But as he looked behind him he could see someone of red, black and white bouncing up on a rock not to far away. Had another pup of Iromar followed them out here? Well at least he wouldn’t be alone anymore.

He scuttled towards her, his paws hitting the ground quickly, not wanting to lose sight of her too, but he slammed the brakes at her scent. It didn’t smell like Iromar, but somehow there were familiar aspects to it that reminded him of his own mother.

”Hey you there! Do I know you? I’m Istas, you from Iromar?” The boy just launched, he wasn’t that good at beating around the bush when he was wanting to really know something.