Pounding Metal

It was glorious! Horus exploded through the snow after what looked to be something shiny. It of course was a shield hidden partly by the snow so when his nose bruised against its hard surface a growl of surprise and hurt moved through him. Horus didn't even open his eyes for a moment at the sound and the pain seemed to tingle over his cranium and crown. His growl didn't stop until the pain seemed to dimmer but his eyes did open to look into the somewhat clean reflection of himself. His face seemed so odd to his own eyes. He was ragged looking and gaunt. Who was this strange wolf he barely knew?

Slowly he pulled his eyes away from the shield's reflection and moved on. His heart was set on finding something to wear or bring home with him. Most of his siblings had their own jewels to show off and flaunt around like puppies. He wanted some too, something not too big but enough to be apart of the crowd. He knew that this was the kind of place to find it. Littered with old wounds and abandoned hope. The race who lived before him and perished in the earth seemed to have so many shiny things. They too craved the rare metals and the golden scepters.

It seemed like hours of searching had passed before something green glittered under a pile of snow. Getting closer Horus saw that this color was not in fact grass but a pendant of sorts. His body trotted over to it quickly and moved the snow aside with a gentle and patient nose. He could feel the excitement bubbling up in him like a boiling pot of stew ready to go over. As he unearthed the stone it was apart of a large piece of metal. It looked way to small and thin to be something to hide behind but it fit almost perfectly with the shape of his torso. If only he stood up straight. Trying to turn the piece over Horus realized how heavy this they was too. The metal itself seemed to creak and moan under the pressure of his touch. A thought popped into his head.. Maybe he could dislodge the jewel from its bed in the metal? With the utmost caution he placed his claws around the gem and tried to dig his claws under the fragile thing. Without even trying the gem popped free from the rusted slot. He let out a howl of happiness and grabbed the gem in his mouth.. Well He had it.. Now what? He couldn't just carry it around in his mouth now could he?

It was then that a scent hit his muzzle and his eyes seemed to roll in that instant. His little lost niece was roaming again.. Some would think that if she couldn't find her way around the world she would find a nest and bed herself there. Slowly he listened to his surrounding and the crush of grass was a sign of her presence. Though his howl had probably given him away he waited to see if she would come find him away. "Are you here dear? Treasure hunting like your uncle eh? The apple doesn't fall from the tree I suppose."