Tiresome Travels
06-17-2016, 02:51 PM
It had been a long time since he had heard from his brown and white friend. He was starting to think that he had left him without a word. This made the tall wolf sulk, but he was all he could think about when he was sick and stuck in his den. He had thought back to the first moment that they met, when he could hardly get anything out when he was speaking to Cathaoir. They had gone up the volcano to look for a rare herb, and the rocks had shifted. He had saved his life that day, and from that moment on he was hardly without Starling. Even though his pack was in the north and his in the east, they always made it work. It was worth the traveling to see his dearest and nearest companion, and the world slipped away. Nothing else mattered but him and Star. One would think that in his absence he would have devoted more time to Yfir. He wanted to, except for the sickness that ravaged his body. It was in these moments that he had wished for the smaller man even more. What had taken him away from here, from him? Cath worried that he had done something to wrong the healer, or didn't come away to visit often enough. But he had an obligation to his pack, he couldn't be gone most of the time. He had been slacking in that department, and he knew that he needed to step up his game. Once he was feeling back to normal, he would be on his way to the battlefield and calling for a match. For now, his head pounded too much to even think about it. The gray man let out a sigh, nibbling on his ribbon marked leg as he laid in the snow. He watched as it drifted slowly towards the earth, making everything seem more silent and quaint. When the howl rose up from him, he nearly thought that he was dreaming. His head snapped to attention, minty eyes gazing into the distance. Could it be? Or had he simply been thinking about him too much, his mind conjuring up a ghost of his call? Cathaoir didn't want to chance it, so he slowly rose to his paws and made his way out of claimed land and into the unknown. Even though he had lived up north for some time now, he still hadn't gotten around to exploring it too much. His coat had grown thicker though, he was no longer effected by the chill. This winter was a mild one though, but that did not mean that there was no snow. It just wasn't as cold as it had been, he could walk freely at night without risking freezing his nose off. A sidelong smile tugged on his lips for a moment, but vanished as quickly as it had appeared. He was on a mission, an investigation to see about this ghost of his. He reached a field of ice, and squinted across it in utter amazement. At his paws was nearly crystal clear ice where the snow had blown off the top of the lake, and he could see a whole world below him. The grass way down below was still green, bushes and trees in suspended animation. Only the very tip of the trees poked out of their icy homes, the wind ruffling the pine tops. How odd would that feel, to have the whole bottom half completely frozen with only your head up above? He didn't linger on it too long, but found that he was walking with his head down. Soon the snow became thicker though, obscuring his view from the world below. It gave him a more sure footing though, and as he raised his head he was able to pick up into an easy lope. The layers of snow cushioned each paw that fell, making his movement almost silent. He stifled the need to cough, his ears fully alert for any signs of the wolf he longed to see. He froze when he rounded the top of another tree, seeing Starling standing there. The monotone* male felt as if his heart skipped a beat, but yet he still lingered where he stood. He was unsure if this was something his still healing body had come up with, teasing him with everything he longed for. So his steps were hesitant as he walked towards the other male. It took him several moments to get to his side, minty gaze locked on his blue eyes. Without a word he reached out with his nose, brushing it across his cheek. When he felt the soft fur tickle his nostrils, his body melted. All tension washed away, the cough he had been holding slipping out from his throat. "Starling," he breathed, his name coming out in a large exhale. The tightness that had been around his chest vanished as he pushed his chest against his, his larger head wrapping around his neck to rest on his shoulder blades. Cathaoir's eyes closed as he held him close, nothing else needed to be said. It was obvious that he had missed him, why wouldn't he? He was the only wolf he had left in his life, besides the members of Yfir. He was the very last wolf he could call a friend, if not more than that simple word. It didn't even begin to describe what he felt for Starling, everything and nothing at the same time. It was explainable, and it made his heart beat faster in his chest. No one had never been able to make him feel the way that he did, some sort of emotion that Cath could not put his paw on. He didn't care to either, they didn't need a label for this. They could just simply be, and continue to grow in whatever this was. Walk, "Talk" Think |
