In These Dark Hours

Starling desperately disliked winter. Sure it was necessary for the cycle of life, and what not, but everything that made Starling himself existed only where there was life. Amongst green grass and blooming flowers, where he could use his mind and his gift to help people. Winter was the worst for him, even if his life had begun in that season. Really, he may have been born, but his life really began in the spring when he saw his first dandelion and daffodil, and learned that everything in nature was useful. Winter really played on his emotions and his insecurities, and he missed his plants so much. He had wandered away from home after the seige, only hanging around and hoping not to run into his father or his siblings. He had let them all down...At the seige meeting he had let it all get to him, and Aunt Harmony hadn't been too happy with him. He and Lillie had a spat, and he barely let any of the healers help him set up in the estuary. He was leading the healing after all! But when it all came down too it, he couldn't do it. He had freaked out, he had fled, leaving the rest of the healers to help his family and pack. He had watched from the sidelines, afraid and disappointed in himself. There hadn't been too many injuries, but still...

He sighed softly as he sat in the snow, glaring down at the soft white before he was jolted by a call. His eyes snapped open wide, head lifting to stare ahead. Oh no! They had found him! They would strip him of his rank, and tell him he had disappointed all of them. His breath came in quick bursts, mind reeling so fast he felt dizzy when something small assured him in the back of his mind that that call hadn't been an Abaven wolf, and, then when he started worrying more, that it also wasn't an Imperium or Hellstrom wolf. No..no, this was better. He slowly blinked as the realization dawned on him and the little voice became louder. Quicker than a little white jack rabbit, he was on his paws and spinning around towards the call. Cathaoir!

His paws moved before his stalled mind could catch up, and within moments he saw his larger friend. A large grin nearly split his face in two as he bounded towards him. "Cathaoir!" He called excited, not bothering to stop until he was mere feet from him, and even then he skidded through the snow with a slight yelp, forgetting how slippery winter could be. With a indignant yelp, he crashed right into Cathaoir's chest and stayed put for moments too long to try and keep down his embarrasment. Oh, he missed his warmth... He felt light headed as his scent overwhelmed him in those milaseconds, but it was a good sort of light headed. "Mi sei mancato.." He whispered so softly.

"Burn Baby Burn" || "Bruciare Bambino Bruciare"