As black as the shadows of the night sky, the large boy sat in the shade by a small pool of water that looked as if the only thing that could fit in it was a game hen. His deep blue eyes were set on the small flowers before him. Wild flowers of reds, blues and dandelions of both yellow and white laid at his paws, swaying in the breeze. It was peaceful here. Everything seemed quiet, the way he liked it. Even better, no one bothered him. Him and his two brothers had broken apart to go there separate ways during winter. Mico and Damon would probably be up to no good. He couldn't tell which one would be playful enough to knock up a girl first. Like that's what he needed. To be an uncle of little ankle biters. His eyes flew up, across the puddle to see a black she. Why was she growling? And was she bleeding He started to feel nauseous but he shook it away. He stood up and padded slowly to her, wondering if she was viscose or not.




“You're considered lucky to hear my voice. I don't often use it.”



|| Mathew || Teen || Male || Mate || Lover || Pack || Rank || Father || EmoHeart<3||