Fashionably Late

The boy was glad that he wasn’t grounded anymore. But he fully understood his father’s worry, as well as why he had done what he had. Alfie wasn’t mad in the slightest, but he cherished his new freedom now that winter was here. Sure it might have been smarter to spend more time in the den, staying warm, but the youth was still curious about the world around him. He hadn’t spent enough time in his home of Fiori... And perhaps now was as good a time as ever to re-explore his pack.

The changing of seasons was something that fascinated the boy. He particularly liked the changing leaves of Autumn, how the grasses and everything in the world seemed to change colors to a much duller hue. He smiled gently to himself, his eyes shining brightly as he padded along. There was no snow with the season being more mild this year. But that was fine by him. He wiggled upon the earth, glancing around. Wouldn’t this be more fun if ones of his siblings were here? Throwing his head back Alfred howled for Lionel, Roza, or Heather; but who would show?

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