How many years had it been since the last time I had seen a Moladion winter? Ten. Ten long years. The memories of days long passed still haunted me but they did not sadden me. I remember the ball of fire and then the vast nothingness. My mother, brothers, and sister were all lost to the flames. It had been only my father and I. Then… it was just me. I did not blame him. I knew of the powerful bond of love that bound him to my mother. After losing her, he had nothing. He tried to continue on, tried to care for me but it was just too much for him. One morning he woke me with a gentle lick to the head. No words were exchanged (he never spoke in words), just a soft, mournful whimper. The name he gave me. And then he turned and walked away. I never saw him again. The sadness threatened to take me too. I wished for peace and I found it one day. I left my mountain home and kept walking. My paws carried me to many far off lands but they also lead me into a life of solitude. After ten years, they finally brought be back to my true home.
I hadn’t even explored New Moladion when I was a child. The place I was in now, some kind of grotto, smelled slightly differently than the rest of the place. The air seemed almost fresher somehow. There were several different caves I could explore but for now I decided to remain outside in the cold winter afternoon. Dark clouds were forming in the distance which meant that tonight it would snow. Perhaps I would hunker down in one of the caves for the evening or maybe find a nice spot somewhere else.
I sighed again, feeling the cold air sting my lungs and watching my breath come out in a thick cloud. I loved winter. What other time of the year could you see the ground glimmer like the stars? In the distance, I saw another wolf. My scent was being carried toward the new comer and surely they would notice me at some point. I felt my ears droop slightly. I had taken a vow long ago that I would honor my father’s memory and never speak a word again. For the last ten years, I used the old ways of communication just like Bark had. I used the natural sounds of the wolf and my body to show what I was saying and how I was feeling. It made things easier almost. If I was angry, I would growl. Sad, I would whine. Happy, I would softly whimper. I loved to use my namesake when I was happy.
Well, sooner or later I was bound to meet someone new. Why not now? With a wag of my tail to show I was friendly, I made my way to the stranger. I gave a soft bark as a greeting and stopped a few feet away. Hello! I am friend. Who are you? my body language said. I gave a happy Whimper to show my name. Then I waited to see what the other would do from here.
WHIMPER
Female || Twelve || Loved by none || Loner |