Thrice cursed bleeding heart

Faun had vanished off the face of the earth, he was quite certain to this fact. One minute she had existed, the next.. 'poof' a fact that frustrated him greatly. He had walked so much in the last season that he thought his paws might fall off. All of his focus lately had been on Southern Alacritis but he was doubting the wisdom of that choice. He hadn't caught a single sign of sister, not hide nor hair.

To top it all off, as he walked beneath a strong oak tree something fell, and landed right on the base of its head. Whatever it was was too soft to be an acorn, and slid from his neck to his back like a slide. He turned his head sharply, clicking his neck in his effort to see what on earth was going on. There, nestled in the fur between his shoulder blades sat a little owl. Its head seemed to large for its body and it swirled to latch large, wide eyes upon him. Solor had ever intention of eating the damn mite, but as he inched his head closer to it, it stumbled towards him instead of away, its wide eyes looked hideously trusting. He paused, jaws slightly ajar, and found himself unable to do the deed. He realized, with a world-weary sigh he had not one, but two. That's right, two voices crowding his head, begging him not to do it. One belonged to a silver wolf, his almost opposite, a wolf he missed dearly. Another.. a little white blind pup, all determined and fur bristled with pride and frustration. He didn't dare cross either voices, and instead, he shook out his coat. “Go on. Get lost. Before I change my mind” he growled. The little bird peeped wildly and clung to him. “Get off!” Solor growled, didn't the stupid thing realize how close he was to being eaten? Solor shifted closer to the large oak tree, and tried to nudge the creature onto a low hanging branch. Even as he did so, a large snowy owl descended upon him, claws screeching.

Even as Solor looked on, he realized that bird didn't care if it killed the child in is attempts to rid Solor from its home. Solor's back was up instantly, how dare that bird forsake its child! He snapped his teeth at the bird, and the creature raked its claws across Solor's head. The wolf yelped and, and snapped his teeth again, but they fell on empty air. How did one fight an airborne creature anyway! As the stupid bird went in for a second round, he realized he risked the chicks life by staying. He turned, and fled the scene.

An entire day later and he still couldn't rid himself of his new companion. As he slept, it had curled up by his side, and he had tried to creep away in the night. Before he could vanish into the trees, the thrice cursed beast had woken and let out a strangled, terrified cry. Once again, Vail and Faun's voices had combined in his head, threatening and harassing him until he returned, laid down on the ground, whispered softly to the damn thing "Shh, i'm here" , and went to sleep like that had been his intention all along.

Three days later, he caught the scent of Vail. He wouldn't mind having a word with that bleating female, for sticking her voice in his head like a third conscience. Wasn't two enough? As he turned and made his way in the direction of her scent, his steps determined and sure... he started to get an idea. The more he thought about it, the more relaxed his steps became. Here, he had the chance to pretend he was such a wonderful noble creature who had thought of nothing but Vail and rid himself of the cursed owl!