The Fire Still Burns
His heart was pounding, thoughts burning within his slumbering mind. No, not thoughts.
Dreams. Nightmares.
They taunted him, bringing his family both close and then tearing them away again. Ganta flailed about in the den he’d found until finally wakefulness found him.
“Unnngh!?” A bit of a confused grunt escaped the young male as he looked around, trying to remember where he was. He was no longer with his mother, nor his brothers, but alone. Right… He took a small breath. He’d been exploring in western Boreas… right? That’s where he was? Ganta let out the breath he’d taken in via a sigh.
“Just a dream… a bad dream…” The young man mumbled. He got to his paws, pushing out of the den into the chilly morning air. Well… late morning. He shook out his coat, silvery-white orbs scanning around at the draping willows. “They’re not coming back…” Ganta whispered, trying to shake off the unsettled feeling that had washed over him. |
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