Not Lost. Maybe a bit..
12-17-2015, 11:20 PM
Gethin wasn't sure which stung more, the emotions that were churning in his stomach or his slowly healing wounds from his fight with that pale woman. He was limping slightly from his hurt paw and the bites on his neck and scruff had just started to really scab over. Of course there were the bruises to tend to as well. But that wasn't going to keep him from hunting. Why? Because he wasn't going to let Isolde starve. He wasn't going to leave her. All because he didn't want to be his father. A sigh passed his lips, making a cloud in front of his nose as he limped along through the snow. A sound somewhere to his right caught his attention and his head turned till he saw a small black and gold form leaning against a willow tree a short distance away. His ruby gaze studied the boy, watching as he seemed to retrieve something out of the snow and put it back onto his leg. Gethin's head turned this way and that to scan the area, looking for any other adult wolf that might claim this child as theirs. Not seeing anyone, his gaze was pulled back to the boy. Seeing the boy shaking from the cold made him frown and, with another disgruntled sigh, he made his way toward the pup. "What are you doing out here, kid?" he asked as he stopped a few feet away from the pup, still eyeing him and trying to figure out why a little kid like this would be out here on his own in the middle of winter. |
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