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Posted on September 12, 2013 at 05:35:50 PM by Tristan
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I fumble through the snow, cursing it every time I trip or face plant. I'm not even halfway across the pack land and all I taste is the white mushy stuff. Surprisingly, it tastes like thick water. How strange. I start feeling cold and wet, the snow melting a little under the heat of my paws. It feels sticky and I try dislodging some of it from between my toes but instead I end up falling over on my back. Eck! I yelp and jump up, shaking my coat out as I start running across the snow again, but in a more panicked fashion this time. Why does it have to be everywhere?! My destination is the den where there's a ceiling that keeps the nasty white stuff from getting on the ground. I can walk on solid ground there, even though the stone is still cold on my feet. The only warmth is what I find when I'm pressed against Viora or mom at night. Too bad they're not here now. Viora's probably out bothering someone with her fangs and claws or something and mom is out doing...something. I don't know. She's been different lately, more eager to do stuff. I didn't expect her to go to the meeting but she did. And now she wants to meet the alpha and get more involved with the pack. I'm happy, really, I am. I like seeing mom like this, more happy, less sad. I'm guessing she's finally starting to get over dad's death. I found out about it and I'm still sad but I won't sit around and mope, not like mom. I'm the man of the house now. It makes me feel important, not that I asked for it. I wish dad was here. Mom was so happy then. But he's not and I have to accept that. Suddenly I see a dark figure up ahead. Whose that? She doesn't seem very big, probably about my age. Could this be one of the alpha's children? I remember him telling us to find them. I did it! Forgetting my angst at the snow for now, I leap toward her, bounding like a snow rabbit over the deep snow. "Hey, you! Who are you? What's your name?" I make it up to her, out of breath, my tail wagging, ears pricked forward. "Hi, I'm Tristan. Who are you?" I ask again, eager to know her. She's got the darkest fur I've ever seen but on her back, there's an odd mixture of red and silver. It's kind of cool, I guess. Tristan.male.0 years.son of Enigma & |
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- shadows come but shadows are gone - By octavia September 13, 2013 at 02:44:50 AM
.life is worth living. - By Tristan September 21, 2013 at 00:38:45 AM
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