holding on to what we used to be
a d d i c t e d • t o • a • m e m o r y
The autumnal air played through her ochre coat and beckoned her onward through the sea of reds and yellows. Leaves crunch under ignorantly-heavy paws and disturb the otherwise serene scene. Dream Weaver had wandered off from where her brother left her to scout the area. “It’s safe. Stay here, Co, I’m going to have a look around.” Of course it was safe, this place they had stumbled into wasn’t the unforgiving outerlands they had crossed on their six-month trek. The most danger they had faced since arriving was the occasional acorn that would undoubtedly land on Dream Chaser’s head. That being said, Dream Weaver had wandered for quite a ways and since forgotten the way back. Certain she could be found the expert tracker that was her brother, the sage pressed forward equal parts curious and oblivious.
Where is he?? Dream Chaser should have found her by now, she was growing lonely without him and had her fill of aimless wandering. She had turned back in a half-hearted attempt to find her brother but found the journey just as fruitless. Until… The familiar sound of rustling leaves- no, not rustling, that’s too subtle. The familiar sound of crinkling leaves off in the distance caught her ear. Dream Chaser! She picked up the pace to an agile trot hoping to close the distance between her and her brother, scattering fallen leaves underfoot. In no time at all the sound of playful laughter joined the aforementioned leaves and Dream Weaver stopped dead in her tracks at the sight before her silver gaze. A deep red and brown wolf looking to be roughly her size was having her way with a pile of leaves she had collected. The stranger was playing blissfully with herself just as Dream Weaver was prone to do and, indeed, had done fairly recently on more than one occasion. She hesitated only for a moment, unsure quite how to approach the situation without her brother present.
Moments seem to pass notoriously quickly for this particular sage and this one even more so. Not even sure if she had been spotted or sensed by the other wolf, Dream Weaver bounded eagerly forward before crashing spectacularly through the already-decimated pile of leaves. Tumbling to the ground in a giggle fit, the cream and ochre girl gave a few spirited rolls before turning her attention to the one whose private playtime she had no doubt interrupted. “Hi there! I heard you playing off in the distance and thought you might be my brother.” She panted lazily, not bothering to pick herself up. “You haven’t seen a grey wolf with a black mask, white muzzle and generally aloof expression have you?” She finally got to her feet if only to be polite, bits of shattered leaf stuck in her coat and a good-natured giggle escaped her lips as she surveyed the destruction of the assembled pile.