It Starts
06-18-2016, 07:53 PM
He had once thought he was the only wolf in the world who knew what it was like to lose everyone he loved - his family, who he held so close to his heart. It had seemed so unfair for him to grow up as an orphan while other pups had their wonderful family to love and cherish. What had he done to deserve such a childhood? Now it didn't even matter. A significant someone in one's life was lost sooner or later. Whether it was now or many seasons after, it was all just a matter of time. Better to get it over and done with at a young age, right? Abaven seemed smaller, more empty, more lifeless. As he made his way over to the plains where the Primo called for him, he could feel the spaces where someone had once been. One of those spaces belonged to his oceanic friend. A sigh escaped from his lips at the thought. He had never imagined losing her; he just took for granted that she would always be with him, by his side. But Abaven had always been with him, his entire life, actually. That was something to be thankful for, he supposed. In the absence of a family, he had a pack. Speaking of the alpha, there he was, patiently awaiting the younger man's arrival. Tinaro approached with a small, warm smile upon his features and an ash-tipped tail swishing behind him. He dipped his head in greeting. "Morning Bass. How are you?" |
