(re)growth

Theory · 08-29-2019, 08:11 PM

With careful time and attention from the pack, the thicket was thriving again. The grass was low but healthy. It blew gently in the cool autumn breeze. The sight of green grass, rolling almost as far she could see, was enough to bring tears springing to her eyes. So much had changed in the past season. The weight of being Abaven's heir was heavy on her shoulders - not a day went by that she wasn't worried about... something.

Currently, she was worried the most about her siblings. Verse and Noir had seemed to buddy up as of late. Her once gentle, kind sister had become reticent and bitter since their mother's death. Theory couldn't blame her for feeling hurt, but Verse's withdrawal had further confused her. She wasn't sure if she wanted more or less attention, and so Theo had kept her distance. Maybe that had been a mistake. All she could do was try to move forward each day, putting one paw in front of the other.

With a sigh, she began a leisurely patrol of the thicket's new growth. The sun was high in the sky but the wind stole any warmth from the air. Each day winter seemed to loom closer. Theo was glad that the pack could enjoy some new growth before it was all blanketed in snow.

"Speech"

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