Don't think twice
05-30-2016, 10:41 AM
Since Esarosa talked about making a pack, he had been trying his best to stick by her side. But they got separated, and he was lost all over again. It wasn't her fault, he had gone off and tried to catch them a nice snack, but he sucked at hunting. He had come back and found that she was gone, and with a heavy heart he started to track her. He had started to think of the black woman as a sister, they looked alike too. With a huff he started to look for her again, his too-big bangle rattling down his leg. Pausing to pull it back up his leg, he paused when a faint howl reached him. Esa. It was almost too quiet, if he hadn't been looking for her he doubted that he would ever have heard it. Unsure if he could make it in time, he took off at a sprint. As he ran it began to get colder and colder, slowing his pace. He blinked his silver eyes, he had never been to this area before. Because the winter was mild, his coat had not yet become thicker. Shivering, he tried to push through the cold wind. Snow whipped against his golden marked coat, threatening to topple the young boy over. Letting out a whine he tried to stay on course. After much fighting, he finally saw shapes in the distance. Letting out a breath he rushed forward, nearly bumping into a red marked wolf. He tossed the stranger a sharp glare, turning to tuck himself behind Esarosa. Saying nothing, he sent dagger glares to the odd creature. What was this stupid wolf doing with his Esa? He growled, his fur puffing up around him as he pushed against the woman for warmth. What were they doing here? He sniffed the sharp air, picking up the smell of a pack border. He knew what those were now, the scar burning in his armpit at the memory. Looking up at his adoptive sister, his eyebrows knit together in question. What were they doing here, at another pack? He thought she wanted to start her own, so why were they joining a different one? And it was cold here. He didn't like it, but he trusted this woman. Looking for answers in her features, but he still stayed silent. Tossing one last quick glare at the stranger, he glanced back up at her. He already didn't like the bloody marked one. They smelled funny. |
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