The summer heat shone brightly outside. And he? Lying on the cold ground of the cove he had called home since coming to these lands. It had been almost a year now, and a season or so since he had last seen Liberty. She had told him she loved him, and yet she had remained in Glaciem with the albino that had stolen her from her home. He didn't understand her, why did she not understand that he had truly loved her? Even during their first meeting, he had fallen for her because he understood. They were alike in so many ways, and yet she had turned away from the promises made so long ago. Alas, he could do nothing. The poor bloke sighed, his heart broken not once, but twice.

It had been such a long time since he felt happiness, would it be his destiny forever to feel this way? He supposed he wasn't meant to be happy anymore. He had placed himself into the path of hurt, the male too easily loving, he was open and vulnerable. He didn't want to become cold, didn't want to end up like his brother Jet who had a heart of cold stone. Ears flicked away the small flies that lingered about the sands outside, and slowly he'd pull himself up. He wasn't the best looking wolf, not as of late. He had dwindled away the last few seasons, remaining isolated within his cave. The last time he had socialized was with two strangers he met along the beach, but he had not seen them in some time.


He walked out into the sunlight, the gulls overhead called out as they flew along the cliffs. He followed the familiar path he had created for when the water was low enough to walk, although it was possible for him to swim, he preferred to walk during low tide. Stockinged feet touched the dark sands, and he would begin his aimless trek to nowhere.

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Against the sands the pale apparition of a lone wolf seemed to be busying herself in a little myriad game of chasing the tides. Of course not to say she won each round, still the idea of chasing and being chased by the waves saltine foam allowed her to keep her mind off of doubt and uncertainty. Neika seemed to have traveled a lot as of recently, going from one place to the next that it never occurred to her that she could be treading once more in someone's territory. That shit happened a lot to her.

Standing there in exhaustion , she watched the drawn calligraphy of paws being lapped away by a slow wave, realizing something lik this can only hold enticement's charm for so long before it to grows tedious.Shaking her pelt free from any salty residue in some desperate attempt to dry herself, it was then she decided that it was time to keep moving along until something else caught her curiosity.

It was then she spotted another hazy silhouette solemnly making his way down the shore heading in her direction. Making introductions was such a gamble she thought, since one as inexperienced such as herself couldn't ever be exactly sure if the other wolf they happened upon, may or may not be a foe. What if this was some sort of elaborated trap? Was it a possibility that this other wolf might think the same of her? It was such a complex way of living, always trying to efficiently be ahead of everyone's intentions even if they hadn't any.

Closing her bi colored eyes, Silveris began to wonder. Should I have left? Mother seems so sick.....What if something happens? She opened her eyes again, stumbling a little, and falling into the sand. She scrambled to her paws quickly, and shook out her brown fur. She moved forwards again, hunger gnawing at her stomach. Maybe she could find something here. Some food. A flashback went through her head. White paws hit the ground, and sharp pain went through a tiny body every time they landed. A sky blue eye was almost matted closed, but the green one was still able to see, to hide. Truthfully, Silveris wished the angel Castiel, the one she had worshiped for so long, would come down and help her, help her and find her something to drink. The thirst tore at her throat, and the foam dripped from her mouth, until she saw the stream. After getting excited for a moment, Silveris raced down and stared at the water for a moment, silently praying to the angel for helping her. Then, dipping her beautiful brown snout into the water, Silveris drunk the water until her stomach was filled, and struggled to go back the way she came. One paw slipped on a rock and into the water, and then two, and suddenly, Silveris found herself dangling halfway into the stream, with tiny claws gripping the slowly sliding away ground. The ground gave under one paw, and, in a panic, Silveris's last paw was wrenched from the ground just as she tried to jump on the bank. The tiny pup went in the water, and gagged as the stones slid stuff over her pads. But besides that, the water felt good on her paws, and she stood there for a minute. As she was about to drag herself out of the water, and fell in the water, on her side. After slipping around for a minute, Silveris moved to something, and lay beside it, happy about whatever it was being there, on that bank. Closing her eyes, Silveris shivered, and pushed against the soft thing next to her, not minding what it was. It was warm, and it helped take away the shivering, and she wasn't going to move away. Silveris was tired, and she closed her eyes for a moment, admiring the warmth that came from the thingy. Even though it probably couldn't hear or understand her, Silveris began to speak, in her quiet voice, exaggerating. I almost drowned a minute ago. After this, the pup let out a short laugh, then continued, sharing her thoughts. Truthfully, I should have stayed where I was, because, even if the pack was full of savages, it was....where my brother....Biull was......And he....wanted me....to stay....there.... Tears now filled her voice, and she lowered her head even more, and let the reflection stare back at her, and, for a moment, she was shocked. She had never stopped to look in her reflection, only to drink the water until she was full of the water, and was shocked at what stared back. Finally, with a sigh, Silveris looked at the thing beside her, and jumped back in fear, her matted fur bristling the best it could, and her ears flattened even more. The thing she had been talking to, had been a wolf, staring in the water, and now it could take her. But, for some reason, this wolf had gained her trust, in a way, and could be a good friend. But, if Silveris had known it was a wolf at first, she would have only said one or two words. But suddenly, the tiny pup found herself doing something odd, to this stranger. She moved towards the wolf, and asked her the question she would ask no stranger. Would you.... The two words seemed too quiet, whispered in the air. I know that it is sudden.....But......Could I be......Your daughter? Suddenly, she almost took it back, almost ran and hid from the wolf, who she didn't even know. She shook her head and spoke again, fixing the odd question, asked too sudden. I mean, could I join the pack you....might be in? The one with a lot of wolves? She shook her head. She was a pup then. She was an adult now. She moved closer to the two wolves. Talk like this