DON'T LISTEN TO A WORD I SAY

THE SCREAMS ALL SOUND THE SAME

The stars are brilliant - their pale light shining radiantly against the deep blue backdrop that is the universe. The moon is glowing with luminous silver light amongst its peers and weighted upon the earth is a silvery coated gazer, longing with such desire to call to it and let his beautiful voice become heard throughout the mountainside. Yet he is allowed only to watch in silence as he is seated upon the snow blanketed terrain, a gust of wind parting through his fur as he lifts his head, inhaling the peculiar and new scents carried along with it. His eyes shut for a moment, and if it were at all possible, a whimper would be given. These moments are fleeting in Moonfeather's life - he is neither a solemn nor depressed fellow because of his inability. He lives every day with the hope for new acquaintances and new adventures, knowing that his ailment will not create a barrier for him to overcome, but a new path in which he can choose to take.

From afar, the sound of wolves singing their mother moon reaches his auds as they pivot to sit upright with renewed interest. He waits for a moment, enjoying the sound of each of their voices in the midst of this winter twilight before rising to move closer to where they were calling from. His deft paws carry him easily across the northern terrain, his smaller figure allowing him to move at a quick pace even atop the slippery slopes of the mountain. He is born of the north and has lived in such a place all of his life - it is only natural that he is so interested in a place so much like his home.

Frosted eyes are eagerly searching the horizon as he jogs along the side of the mountain, the scents in the wind becoming stronger as he approaches the borderline of the pack territory. But he is no fool, he will not continue forward and trespass so blatantly, it would be as if he had spat into the face of the alpha himself. He has far higher morals than such petty acts. So he is given to stop himself just feet from the marked border of the terra, his eyes bright and revealing the excitement that has taken its place in the pit of his stomach. He is nervous, yet he cannot contain the slight bit of happiness that has come from finding another mountain pack as his tail wags slowly at his haunches. If he had a voice, he would have called out to them with such vigor that they would stop in their tracks just to hear him. If only..