afraid of their own life
01-14-2017, 08:41 PM
Winter was almost over, yet nothing struck the young red male as odd. To him winter was everlasting - it was the season they'd been born in and he couldn't imagine being in anything other than a land of sparkling snow. So when the powder began to turn to slush it began to worry the young male. Was the world melting? Was this natural? Where was it all going? Would he disappear like that too? He didn't feel like he was melting, but then again his fur was beginning to shed in small patches. Maybe he was doing his own kind of melting?! The fact he was probably going to wither away into nothing upset the russet boy. Who was he going to tell first and how did he stop it?! His mother wasn't in the den when he awoke that morning and Zell and his siblings were asleep save for Torin who was notably gone. He sniffed around for a moment outside the den to see if he'd gone outside nearby, but was disappointed when he didn't see his pale brother. He padded off in the direction a few small slushy paw prints headed and then followed his instincts (which really weren't all that great yet). It wasn't long before he barely picked out Torin's rosy pale fur out among the melting world. He was eager to ask Torin how they were all going to avoid melting, but he easily forgot when he realized where they were. They were on the edge of the valley - so close to being in trouble if their parents ever found out. They weren't allowed outside the pack borders yet. "You're not gonna go that way, are ya?" He questioned his sibling warily. Walk, "Talk" Think |
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