I was getting use to being alone. I didn't like it, per say, but I was comfortable with it. Solitude had become familiar, like the touch of a lover. It had become predictable, like the rise and fall of the sun. It had become, if i was being brutally honest... boring. I gave a small whine out of frustration. There was suppose to be a promise to life, one that always goes unspoken yet screams through every fiber of your being, and here I was, still trying to find out how the story starts.
Someone called out, and it takes me away from my jaded thoughts and back into some state of reality. Just a single voice, reaching across the crags, and I turn towards it. My face tilts, my curiosity peaks, and I do the only thing i can think of. I give a response, a howl that seems to linger in the air like the ringing of a bell.
I am coming, it says to the other wolf, even as it fades away with the wind.
Effortlessly silent, I move forward, weaving my path over rocks and around the trunks of trees, pausing only to test the air. Suddenly, a realization is made. There is not just one. There is many. I can almost taste all of their scents, each one unique, combining to make a thick perfume that makes me feel like I've entered into a fog. I break into a small lope, eager for even the simplest of contact. Finally, I see all of them, and the excitement ends up being just too much for me to take. A low whimper erupts past my lips, a loud noise that demanded attention, and my body instantly lowered to the ground. It is a submissive stance that quickly became playful as it turned into a bow, back arched, hindquarters seeming to vibrate as they wagged. I only straightened as I realized that no one was really enjoying each others company. In fact, the tension seemed high, and I quickly decided that they were lucky that I showed up when I did to help defuse this situation. I straightened my body, but my tail drooped, hopefully inspiring the rest of them to relax as well. It was painfully obvious that I had no idea what kind of gathering I had stumbled upon, and I'm sure my next question didn't help.
“I don't suppose anyone wants to play chase...?”
Porcelain
fragile: do not touch
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