A wide river dominates this section of the forest. Romance is in the air, and wolves of all ages come to search for their mate.
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Posted on January 9, 2018 at 02:21:18 PM by Ghost
Now My Watch Begins; It Shall Not End Until My Death  |
_________________________________________________________________________ The weather was beginning to warm up in preparation for spring to be upon the forest soon. There were still lingering signs of the winter, snow still in some areas where it was beginning to melt in others. The mornings still had a bitterly cold bite to them, something that Ghost was often awoken to. The male had not joined a pack this time around when he came back to Blossom, so he was often sleeping in more exposed areas. He was still wandering through the forest and the new terrain, not staying in one place long enough to make it worth it to have a den. When he had first found himself wandering back into the lands where he had spent much of his life, he was not sure how long he would stay. The male was not sure if these lands would feel like home again, and he didn’t want to feel any obligations to stay so he had decided not to join a pack. At least not right away. But things had gone in a different way than he ever could have predicted. The snow white male had run into a female, one that looked similar to himself. The pair had gotten to talking, and he felt bad for the femme when he heard her story and how he had been cast out of her own home. It was something that he could relate to in a way, from his own past. Ghost had never been a confident wolf, so what happened with Motionless was unlike the male. He had only been with one other wolf before, and that had been another male. He was unsure of himself around the femme, but he could appreciate that she was attractive. And even though the male had not been with others did not mean that he did not have urges. But Motionless had made her own wishes quite clear, and he was more than happy to be the one to be there for her. When he had laid with her, he did not think of the consequences, did not think of what time in the year it was. Did not consider that she could become pregnant with his young. But that was exactly what had happened. The pair were not mates, it was supposed to have been a one time encounter. But some time later she had found him again, and even before she had told him what had happened, he knew. He could see that she was already heavily pregnant. Ghost was not sure what she was expecting of him, if she wanted him to stay and be a father to the pups, or if she wanted to tell him and then never see him again. He didn’t stick around long enough to find out. The male had fled the scene, not knowing what to do or how to process what Motionless had told her. He wasn’t ready to be a father, she was not his mate. This was not how his time in Blossom was supposed to go. For a while, Ghost was acting like he didn’t know about the pups to be, lying to himself about the inevitable. But after his brain had some time to process what was happening, he knew he had to find the female. His mother leaving him to be raised by his father as a bastard in a royal family had been the root of his problems for his entire life. He could not do anything like that to another wolf, even if the situation was a little different. Ghost would not leave his pups to be raised without a father. Once Ghost had come to terms with what was going on, he began to seek out Motionless. He didn’t know that the pups had already been born, and that she was gone. But he looked for her nonetheless. He began to grow worried when he could not find her. Had him fleeing made her leave Blossom to raise the pups away from him? Had he already messed up that badly? He could only hope that that was not the case. But Ghost would not give up, and he continued to search for the female. The male found himself following the trail of a river, traveling at a walk to try and pick up on any lingering scents of the femme that he had yet to find. The smaller stream he was following had some areas of it still frozen at the top, and he paused his search to stop for a drink, using his paw to break through the ice and get to the cold water underneath. As he drank, a sound reached him, ears perking. It sounded like pups, but what would pups be doing out here? Surely all pups would be safe and warm in their dens with their mothers and fathers? But when that same soft whimper reached his ears again, he knew that it was the sound of young ones. Ghost was unsure if he should go and investigate, or assume that the pups were all right. In the end, he decided it better to check and be sure. He turned away from the river, going into the small brush that grew nearby to the water. What he saw shocked him. There were three pups, one male and two females. And somehow, upon seeing them, he knew that they were his. He quickly looked around, crimson orbs looking for the other white varg, for their mother. But she was nowhere to be seen. Had she left them here on purpose? Or had something happened? He focused back on the pups once more, seeing that indeed were his own. The two females were closer to his own color, one a creamy white and the other his own snow white, but with darker marks on her tail and paws. The male was a light color as well, but a different shade than either parent as he was more a lilac color. Crimson orbs stared at the young ones, not knowing what to do or say. Once the young male saw him, he got to his paws, standing in front of his sisters as if to protect them. Did they sense that he was their father as he sensed and knew that they were his own? The more he stood by the them, the more he knew it to be true. There were lingering scents of Motionless on them, but they were very faint. Finally, Ghost spoke up, his voice coming out raspy. ”Hello, little ones. I’m glad to have found you. I’m sorry it took me so long, but I’m your father.” He was not sure how they would react to these words, but he knew that they needed to be said out loud for it to be real to him. The male was staring intently at him, before a small wag of his tail finally occurred. ”Do you know where your mother is? Has she already named you all? They were not new born pups, but they were still very young, only a few weeks old and he had no idea why Motionless was not with them. Did she leave them at birth? If so, how were they alive? Did she spend days with them, naming them and nurturing them and loving them? He hoped so, he didn’t want their first days to be ones filled with pain and fear. The young male stepped over next to his sisters, no longer standing in front of them. ”I’m Bennington. My sisters are Catriona and Alasie. We don’t know where she is, we haven’t seen her for a few days.” Ghost noticed how the male looked to his sisters before focusing back on him. The brute didn’t know what to do now. Why was Motionless not here? ”Don’t worry. I’m here now to take care of you.” Picture Credit to Metalhead ________________________________________________________________________ |
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