We are made from broken parts
06-10-2017, 10:44 AM
He was still so cold. Aten didn't know how long now he had been wandering around; too long, it seemed. Weariness pulled at him, and he shivered, hard enough that his entire body shook. Not to mention, how hungry he was. It clawed at him, almost making him sick. He just wanted to curl up next to his mother and find his siblings and make sure they were all safe. He didn't want to be out in the cold anymore.
Paws pulling him ahead, his ears perked as he heard the faint sound of a howl. It sounded familiar; it was the howl that he had answered at first, the first day. Was it his mother? Yanking his paws out of the snow, he headef towards the sound, squinting against the snowflakes that seemed as if they would fly into his eyes and the chill. Given everything, he was moving as fast as he could towards the sound when it ended, leaving him lost. Hopefully, if he kept heading in the direction that he was, he would find the source.
After what seemed like forever of wandering, Aten grew in eyesight of his den. Tail wagging slightly, he moved forwards, as quick as he could with the snow clinging to his legs and constricting his movement. He wanted to get there as fast as he could. Maybe his siblings had already made it. Maybe he was the last one to make it back. As much as part of him disliked that idea, Aten still preferred it over being the first one back. Being the last one would mean that everyone was safe and warm and he could cuddle against them and wait out the storm.
Finally, he made it close to the entrance of the den. Peering inside, he saw the form of his mother and stumbled the last few steps, weariness overtaking him all of a sudden. Moving to her side, he attempted to lay down and lean slightly against her, staring up as he struggled to find what to say. Instead of speaking, he would give up on his search and allow his mother to say whatever she wanted to first.
Paws pulling him ahead, his ears perked as he heard the faint sound of a howl. It sounded familiar; it was the howl that he had answered at first, the first day. Was it his mother? Yanking his paws out of the snow, he headef towards the sound, squinting against the snowflakes that seemed as if they would fly into his eyes and the chill. Given everything, he was moving as fast as he could towards the sound when it ended, leaving him lost. Hopefully, if he kept heading in the direction that he was, he would find the source.
After what seemed like forever of wandering, Aten grew in eyesight of his den. Tail wagging slightly, he moved forwards, as quick as he could with the snow clinging to his legs and constricting his movement. He wanted to get there as fast as he could. Maybe his siblings had already made it. Maybe he was the last one to make it back. As much as part of him disliked that idea, Aten still preferred it over being the first one back. Being the last one would mean that everyone was safe and warm and he could cuddle against them and wait out the storm.
Finally, he made it close to the entrance of the den. Peering inside, he saw the form of his mother and stumbled the last few steps, weariness overtaking him all of a sudden. Moving to her side, he attempted to lay down and lean slightly against her, staring up as he struggled to find what to say. Instead of speaking, he would give up on his search and allow his mother to say whatever she wanted to first.