raise up the veil
Glory felt the call of adventure in his bones, it had only been a short while since they had finally been allowed to venture beyond the mouth of their den and already he yearned for more. The early morning spilled into the den and found the smallest Ancora awake to watch it. The moon was low on the horizon, the sky turning an early shade of purple, the pup had managed to detangle himself from the puppy pile during his sleep and now he was free to roam the den... but that could only really amuse him for a short while, no now he wanted to see the world outside it. He glanced back at his family; all still soundly asleep and with a spurt of courage he pushed past the lip of the alcove. Well that was one rule broken, no doubt his parents would be furious to find that he had left the den without at least one of them... Since he was on a roll Glory decided to push his luck even further. He plodded along at a steady clip towards the strong smelling border. The understanding of it's meaning was instinctual to the pup but he didn't really grasp what crossing it could mean. He was meant to be on this side of the thick scent line, bathed in it's residual traces, his coat had quickly taken on the communal scent of the pack; mingling with the scent of his mother's milk and another smell he also associated with his mother, it's weight felt uncomfortable and ill fitting, he would one day grow to hate it's association and the fact it was a part of him... None of these things were really known to him yet though, his thoughts were wrapped up in his internal debate over whether to cross the border or not... it didn't last long. He was feeling bold and filled with naive feelings of invisibility he quickly crossed over it, near white paws drawing Glory forwards and away from the pack he had been born into. When he had first found the moor it's fog and strange outcropping had fascinated and filled the child with joy, now however he was lost and cold and very very tired. It had not taken long for the mist to soak through his puppy down and chill him. It felt like a lifetime ago he had left the pack lands and he was completely turned around. Tail tucked between his legs and ears pulled back the pup let loose a chorus of soft whines. A gentle breeze stirred and as an unfamiliar scent caught his attention the chill and confusion was momentarily forgotten. Instead Glory felt a flood of excitement as he raced up the nearest hill to follow the scent, an unfamiliar figure seemed to materialize out of the fog and he summoned his voice, piercing the peace. “Miss! Hey miss!” He called after her as he ascended the hill after her. |
| Original line art by Kiboku |