Bravo, I say!

*Angelus* · (This post was last modified: 06-10-2016, 08:21 PM by Angelus.)

Ah, the river. Angelus had fond memories of fishing trips with his father on this very bank. He'd had a few successes and more than a few loses. The corners of his mouth rose modestly as a memory swam to the forefront of his mind. One such lose, close to the beginning of his fishing career, had ended with him faceplanting in the river without so much as a fin to show for his efforts.

After stepping to the very edge Angelus hunkered down and stretched out a forepaw. Knowing full well it would be cold he stuck his toes in anyway. The winter was mild, but that didn't keep the river from dipping well below a comfortable temperature. Even though he knew it was coming the cold was a shock to his senses.

Absentmindedly he swirled his paw around, creating small waves that stirred up the silty river bottom below. It was just now sinking in that Imperium was no more; that those he had called packmates and friends were scattered. His father legacy, his own inheritance, was simply gone. It was wild how such a thing could suddenly cease to exist; how an entire community could be there one day and gone the next. Had any of them lingered? Had any waited?

With a sigh Angelus stretched out on his belly so he could dip the toes of both forepaws into the water. Why he was thinking about the pack's disbandment was beyond him. In the grand scheme of things it mattered little. Soon enough it would rise again and it would be as if it had never stumbled.

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