Home. Kinda.
I didn't wanna go in the den. Mom was asleep and to be honest, she did that so much lately that I was beginning to worry about her. I loved my momma, more than life itself, and knowing that she was weak, it was worrisome. She wasn't loosing weight, but she didn't look healthy as she should. Thus, I stayed away while she slept. She always said I was too loud and she couldn't sleep, so I stood up on the cliffs away from the mouth of the den. While Asteraia was not a ocean side pack, Dad had given mom a den that was on the cliff faces, where the water didnt splash into the mouth of the cave. Thankfully. I was up much higher than the ledge than the cave. I felt like standing here, I was invincible.
Pale green eyes peered out at the water below. The frigid air temp was awful, but I dealt with them. Knowing that I had a bit of time to myself was worth it, to be honest. But I missed daddy. And Stryker. I found myself wistful on the cliff's edge, not close enough to fall, but close enough to give it the illusion. I felt so small next to pups my age, and maybe it meant I was going to be small and lithe like my mother. But I always felt so odd around others. Maybe I needed to spend more time away from my mom, more time getting to know more pups...But I was scared. I needed to be liked, and the fear that I wouldn't...that was hard. I found my gaze riveted on the ocean as the waves crashed against the shore. The frigid air temp made the light mist that rose almost like a frost-mist, the small mist frozen in the air.
My greyed body shifted, pale eyes looking out. It wasn't a clear day today, overcast and darker than usual, it made the midday sun look closer to sunset than anything.
NOT ALL STARS BELONG IN THE SKY.