When you hit the Brick wall of Life

Erystotle had been out on a walk-a-bout when the gentle drizzle started. The boy didn’t mind the rain, and the weather had been getting steadily warmer. He liked the way the cool water saturated his pale coat and soothed his pink skin. The horned boy trotted contentedly over Kesali’s border. He wasn’t kept inside against his will, but it had been explained to him that for his own safety he wasn’t allowed outside the border until he was older. It seemed like a small price to pay for being saved by the pack.

He still felt painfully lonely, and though he appreciated the adults and all the love they offered, they still couldn’t replace his family. Erys missed his brothers, and though he hadn’t cried for them in a long time sometimes he wanted to. As his ivory paws carried him along he thought he had started sobbing. For only a moment though before realizing it was another wolf.

He couldn’t see her at first, but he could hear her disturbed sobs. Erys wanted to see what was wrong. Instead of calling for an adult and staying within Kesali he hesitantly walked forward, searching for the source. Soon his silver gaze fell on her white marked frame. She had similar colored skin to him and tears running down her cheeks. She also looked to be about his age. Erys tried not to get excited, especially since she was crying, but he so desperately wanted a friend like this.

”Hey,” He offered softly, his thin features low as he shuffled forward. ”Are you alright?” Erys didn’t have the forsight to think she would be afraid of him.