I hated leaving home, but in Zildjian's absence, Ragnarok had decided he would prove himself by spending a few years in the wild. At first, my yearling boy stayed close to the pack, calling to me every night in a voice so like his father's at that age it made my heart ache. I sang back to him, light tones carrying comfort and support from home. Weeks began to pass before I heard his distant call, every day further and further away from me. I had taught him all my father and mother passed to me, as well as the natural litheness that comes with my blood. Zildjian had gifted him with instinct for fighting, and he had an advantage over even some adult wolves at only one. He was always a large boy, and now he goes to find his own path.

I had run out in panic the first night I had not heard him, following his scent far to the borders of Moladion, the trail continued on, but I sat on the edge of Moladion. Torn between letting my youngest son go, or to wait here for his return. Perhaps, he did not wish to be taught, maybe he simply wanted to teach himself. Either way, I worry constantly, for all of them. Upon coming home, I realized that I was well and truly alone, though my pack mates were ever near, winter was coming and the pairs would be spending time with one another and I would sleep alone. It is on a particular chilly night, the wind howling in my ears from the mouth of my cold den, that I find myself to be restless. I try to sleep, but every sound keeps me alert and awake, my light blue eyes try to stay shut behind white lids, but no luck. I sigh and simply lay there thinking to myself, remembering that I had a job to do. I smile, the diplomat is my title. I lift my delicate seeming frame from the dirt, moving outside and deciding that tonight would be good for a patrol of the borders.

I make my way to them, and once I reached them, I did not stop walking the thickly scented line until the bright morning. Nothing had happened, I had simply walked all the night, and so I went back to my cozy den, and fell asleep - finally. It is mid-afternoon when I hear it, and my head snaps so sharply up, my head hits the ceiling. I cringe at the pain it causes, but my ears remain perked up to the sound and my heart lurches in my chest. At first, I can only stand at the entrance of my den, ears swiveling in a practiced manner to catch the sounds of the echoes. Once more my heart leaps and I am moving, bright eyes wide and searching almost desperately for that treasured form. I hardly realize I am upon him until my body is careening towards his, momentum unable to be slowed as I aim to crash against him. Tears stream down my face, my muzzle burrowing so deep in his fur I could not tell where we parted. I move against him, white plume waving all the time behind me with the fury of a blizzard, my excited whines echoing on the rocks.

I lick against his muzzle, nibbling down his lower jaw and up to his ears, nipping the shell of his ear a little roughly in my excitement. I cannot stop moving, every time I try to my paws dance before me and I bow or lunge playfully at my beloved. I had no words, and I moved as my soul commanded, currently I could only move and kiss and tackle, nipping and whimpering excitedly. I could not believe he was home, and every touch seemed to solidify that he was truly here.

I sober a bit, looking down the path he had come, hoping to see her face as well, our Zig-Zag, and perhaps by chance I could see Ragnarok as well. A small pang of hurt seized my chest and I returned my gaze to the silvery form of my Zildjian. "Ready to move on, was she?" I say it with a smile, but there was worry in my eyes. I wasn't quite sure how to tell him about Raggy, not wishing to spoil our moment of reunion. I trot back to him, the bounce once more returning to my gait as I grin at him, waiting to see if Alcide would come or not. No offense to his highness, but Rejya wanted this moment to herself, if possible. Besides, this morning she had heard the alphess come back, no doubt he was a busy wolf.

female :: eight years old :: solely zildjian's :: zigzagel, saraquel & ragnarok (x zildjian) :: spirane