Even If I Say...
01-04-2016, 04:48 PM
He was almost a year now, the boy had been sickly since his birth. He didn't know his mother, and as shy as he was he had never really asked his siblings or anyone about her. He supposed he was under the spell of depression as well, unable to run around as much as the others without feeling out of breath or feeling sick. Today though, he was feeling alot better then he was before. He thought that after almost a year, he'd be bigger by now. But he was still pretty small, and he wasn't sure how to feel about that. Would he always be so tiny? Probably. He would always be the scaredy cat that he was today... Emerging from the den after trying to sleep through nightmares, he went to sit outside the spring sun and watched as birds flew overhead. The falls were louder today, snow melt engorging the flow of water as it went over the banks. Luckily, their den was on higher ground, so he could watch in safety as the water overstepped their boundaries. His ears flicked, dual toned eyes watching as birds flitted into the trees to feed their young. Speaking of which...his belly grumbled at the thought of food, and while he wasn't feeling up to trying to hunt right now, he wondered if his father was around to bring something. "Dad?" Speech, |