Where the wild dogs play

Conversations running through my head

Out of a tragedy, there could always be new life. Sometimes an event led others into a strange spiral that led to new things. As well as mourning his mother - he found himself standing at the top of the pedestal that was called life. Plus Rivaxorus didn't doubt that there was a thing or two that he could learn from Xephyris. As he could learn from any other wolf for that matter, adults just seemed to show him the wrong... or right way to go about things. "Sometimes, nothing goes the way we expect it." Rivaxorus laughed painfully. Things they didn't like, things that made them cry. It all went in their way, but the point was is that they were still standing here. At least that much was proof to say I made it through that.

"Wanna take a walk? Maybe hunt together." Rivaxorus gestured towards the path on the plains. They could talk more, or they could simply do what wolves did. The young mind was still able to mold to his own ability. However the more and more he started getting out. The sooner he was starting to find out that his young age was meant to be enjoyed and he wasn't really enjoying it the way he was supposed to be. As whatever would happen - he'd deal with it when it came.

MADE BY MINNIE of BTN