happy endings are the hardest to fake,

*Torin* · (This post was last modified: 08-28-2020, 10:41 AM by Torin.)

What was he doing so far north? So far from packlands? Hell if he knew. Torin had found that as much as he was dedicated to following his brother and Frostbite around as part of his rank he was also desperate for an escape sometimes. So the boy had started ranging, further and further with each trip it seemed. A giant mountainous formation rose up in the distance as Torin picked his way cautiously along the pristine field of white. His ears were perked and he felt a sort of dread at just how untouched the snow was. Surely it couldn’t just be because it was new? There were no track of prey and indeed there was little scent to the air except the wet, harshness of winter. Did they know something he didn’t? That worry sat like a pit in his stomach. And it was only about to get worse.

A cry for help caught his attention and instantly he was filled with adrenaline. He stopped only long enough to determine where the call had come from. Silver paws flew over pristine white as he raced towards the call. Perhaps it was sheer dumb luck that he’d managed to avoid falling into the same trap as the poor victim he was aiming to rescue but it was only a moment longer that Torin was sliding to a halt at the edge of a large crevasse. Realization sunk in then, why no other creatures had traversed the seemingly innocent field.

Dual toned eyes turned downwards to see a female easily his own age, clinging desperately to an outcropping. If he hadn’t had adrenaline coursing through his body he might have been paralyzed, gaping down at her. Instead the cogs in his head were working over time. Instantly he dropped to his stomach, his limbs extending and toes spreading to brace himself. He inched towards the lip of the drop and for a moment tried to meet her terrified gaze. "I’m gonna have to grab you. This might, hurt. Sorry. " Then he pushed forwards more, extending his neck as far as he could, dulled claws just over the lip. He opened his jaw and tried to grip her scruff in his gaping jaw. He was ready to start frantically back pedalling once he got a grip and fervently hoped the ground wouldn’t give out under his paws as well, or worse that her weight pulled him in as well. Then they’d both truly be done for.

"Silent Treatment" & Deep thoughts

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