When The Seasons Change

"Talk" Walk

They had done it. He and the two most important wolves in his life were now living in a new pack. If he was honest with himself, he was pretty relieved. The growing boy could live a more stable life. He didn't particularly like living as a loner, but they didn't have much of a choice while they were trying to figure out what to do. So he was glad that his uncle had dragged them to Abaven. He wondered how his sister was faring. What she thought about living here. He would look for her later; he was sure she was getting used to things just as he was. Ignis made his way through the territory and alongside the rapids that cut through the lands. He was big enough to where if he fell in, he wouldn't be swept away so easily. He wasn't at his full height yet, but still big nonetheless. His uncle had told him he would surely reach his full height by the time he was two years old, but for now, he just looked like an oversized kid. All lanky legs and disproportionate body parts. Ears and paws too big for his gangly frame. He had muscle, but not as much as his uncle did. The lean muscle also lay hidden beneath the shaggy fur that now framed him, and with winter approaching, it would only get thicker.

Winter. He had to prepare for that, right? He didn't know what winter would be like. Though he was born last winter, he was too young to remember anything but cold, and he had never seen the snow. The volcano was too hot for snow and the maw? Maybe he had just been too young to remember any of it. He had been, after all, confined to the den for quite a long time along with his other siblings. They weren't allowed to venture out beyond the den alone in such dangerous territory. But he couldn't remember if spring had already been around when he finally did come out. It bugged him that he couldn't remember, but perhaps it was just a defense mechanism that his mind was doing. Forgetting the past so he could move on. Forget my father...forget my mother...forget the pack... Abaven was his home now. His past would be nothing more than erased memories.

He sat at the edge of the water and looked across to the other side. He could see snow atop the distant mountains and wondered if it snowed here. He wasn't sure when winter would come exactly, but he figured he ought to start thinking about his plans for the coming season.