Eat, Sleep, be Scary

The slate and silver wolf strode through the forest with practiced grace, the light of the full moon shimmering over his pelt as it filtered through the forest canopy. There was silence all around him and only the faint sound of his breathing and the sound of his paws over the ground could be heard. His head was held high and his tail wagged slightly behind him. He was making his way back to Abaven after seeing his mother, he still couldn’t convince her to return to the pack his uncle had founded. Rhyme hardly remembered Bass, but those faint memories were pleasant.

As he was caught up in his thoughts of a long gone family member the sudden sound of a branch snapping caused him to jump. He didn’t quite stop his quick gate but his ears shot up as he listened for anymore interruption. Rhyme continued on, paying more attention to his surroundings as he continued deeper into the woods.

He tried to rekindle the memories of his aunts and uncles, Bass with his responsibilities in Abaven, Motif Shaye’s mother and practically his second mother. Chord, the uncle who had disappeared long before he’d been able to really form a relationship, and Symphony and her brood. Another aunt he hadn’t remembered very well. For a moment he tried to think about what might have happened to them, and with the spooky settings all he could think of were gruesome ends.