Spirits of the Past [Pack Meeting!]
Aramis felt like he'd been to hell and back. And he wasn't exaggerating by much. The last few months had been spent away from home after being snatched by a band of slave traders who'd happened to pass by just outside their borders. It wasn't his Mama's fault, it all happened so fast...
She had taken him out of the den that morning to give him his first formal lesson on herbs and their medicinal qualities. There were plenty of useful herbs within the boundaries of Celestial, but she'd wanted to show him some of the rarer herbs like alder buckthorn and periwinkle, which were more easily found in the estuary just west of the border. So they'd gone, feeling perfectly safe in broad daylight. And when the band of thieves had come to snatch them, Aramis had to watch his Mama desperately try to fight them off. But she was so small compared to them, so inexperienced in fighting and worst of all, so very outnumbered. And at the time, Aramis had been only a pup.
It took too much mental and emotional energy for the young male to recount all of what had transpired, and he'd already had to do so when his father and the nomads came to rescue them. So for now, that was all he could bear to think about. He was just happy to finally be home.
As his father came to the border, Aramis and his mother in tow, he sent up a call to Aurielle to let her know they were on their way. Aramis felt his tail swaying slowly from side to side as a glimmer of hope broke through the protective armor he'd placed around himself. Aurielle. His lovely sister. He was going to see her again.
Everything was going to be alright. At least, he hoped so.
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