Amir
”There is no victory with no loss.”
It is good. To feel the wind touching my fur in a different spot on earth. The view from the top of the highest cliff in Diveen is tiring sometimes. It is silent and peaceful up there and it is a great spot to watch over the pack. Many different things happen everyday. My eyes catch most of them. I’ve seen when that wolf from Iromar entered our pack and called for us. Tobias saw her too and threatened to attack. I was prepared to release a call for our warriors and go there myself, but they came before I could make another move. Uno is watching over her den as she heals, under my command. I’ve seen the puppies, Isola’s grandchildren. From afar, I observed as they played even before Yojimbo called for them.
In this day I left my spot. Uno said something about a strange stalker. Someone observing our pack for some reason around here. A poor choice of spot to observe our pack. Unless they wanted to observe at which time exactly did our alphas woke up or went back to their den. Or even myself. When I climbed to watch over the pack. All they would be able to see from here would be part of the cliff. It is still alarming to think someone could be stalking us. But a strange choice of place. Why the woodlands? Our pack is protected from other’s eyes by the trees that surround most of the borders. I just decided it is important enough to have my attention. But there are other spots around the pack that allow for a much better view. Part of me just believes that Uno misunderstood something and saw a wolf who lived here looking at our pack. It is probably what happened. Another part of me just wanted some time away.
Sometimes silence gets too loud in our place and we have to go elsewhere. Even if Uno is right about the stalker, I don’t really think I will be able to track him. My nose is just a piece of decoration on my muzzle. It serves no purpose. My paws still carry me through the trees, slowly making my way further into the woods. It is a real quiet noon. There is almost no sounds at all, besides my own paws stepping on the ground. The trees are more of a greenish in this season, some with yellow flowers on them. In a few spots, the ground is full of them. My dark paws are distinct in the golden carpet. Head lowered and eyes focused straight ahead, ears in full attention. Through the trees maze I arrived in a clearing.
My form came to a halt. The trees made it harder for light to filter and the clearing seemed darker with only a sun beam descended to shine on one lone rose right in the center of the clearing. The fallen flowers from the trees surrounded the white rose. My form slowly approached it, captivated by it’s beauty. My attention all falling upon the rose and nothing else. Soon I was just in front of it, nose mere inches from it as I tried to inhale it’s perfume. Nose twitching gently. It was like sniffing at empty air. Nothing. A small whine. Ivory body laying down and both legs extending to surround the rose. It stood in front of me. Head lowering to rest on my leg. Why everything keeps making me remember. Eyes filling with tears…
13 Years old | Diveen's Avenging Angel | Forever Bluejay's
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