Spring Greetings

*Bluemoon* · 01-16-2017, 02:02 PM

Things had been rough since his parents had been killed. The independent wandering boy had really withdrawn into a shell. He found it hard to sleep in a different den and had been sleeping in the den he was born into. He had stayed clear of everyone else and really wasn't sure how to handle the bottled up storm of emotions. He had seen everything happen, smelled all the blood, and was even traumatized by the whole ordeal.

He hadn't been able to each much and was going through the 'ugly duckling' stage of his puppy growth. Shedding out his winter puppy coat and the lack of attention left his fur looking clumpy and somewhat matted. He was also looking rather skinny, He was refusing to be around others and he couldn't explain why he didn't want to be around others. He couldn't even feel comfortable around his sisters.

He had been moping around his birth den when the call rang through the lands. He huffed looking in the direction, not wanting to move from the spot he was at. He knew he had to go, but he didn't want to, he didn't want to be around the others and would rather remain alone. He was tired finding it hard to sleep as he was plagued with nightmares. Though the boy knew he had to regardless of his feelings. Dragging himself to his feet, the boy slaughtered off into the brush heading towards the call.

When he arrived he didn't make eyes contact with any of them, didn't sit near any of them. He picked a spot far off, where he would be alone. Flopped into the dirt and let out a quiet and long sigh waiting for this meeting to be over.

"SPEAK"

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Spring Greetings

Bluemoon