Heavy is the Burden

Valhalla was flooded at the moment. One of the great downfalls of spring was the occasional torrential downpour. The only good thing about these downpours was that they didn't last long. Or so he thought. On the bright side, the downpour hadn't turned into a storm with lightning and thunder. That would've been so much worse, so the wolves of Valhalla were probably thankful that it had just been water. Gael certainly was. Although, it was rather annoying having to walk around in water all the time, with mud a constant beneath his paw pads. He didn't mind the water too much, but like probably everybody else, he preferred dry ground where his paws didn't sink in and where mud didn't squeeze between his toes. Everything had calmed down in the few days since the beginning of the flood. Some of the water had begun to disappear, but a significant amount of his home was still flooded. The young Adravendi wasn't too worried. He knew most of the water would be gone in a week or two. Or at least that's what he hoped.


Today though, he was on a mission. He had run into his father a few weeks ago, but still he hadn't seen hide or hair of his mother. His dear little mother. How he missed her. Despite being practically full grown, the yearling still missed the loving touch of his mother. She was a beautiful woman with exquisite ivory fur and stunning baby blues. And he hadn't seen in what seemed like forever. The young Adravendi moved through the water logged landscape slowly, taking his time as he attempted to track his mother's scent. The water made it pretty hard to detect any kind of scent, but as he moved along, he caught a faint whiff of his mother's trail. But it smelled different. Pace was halted, nostrils flaring as he tried to discern the difference in his mother's scent. Why did she smell so different? Immediately concerned, the young set off, water splashing about his ankles as he bounded towards the origin of his mother's scent, spotting her familiar ivory figure atop a somewhat drier patch of earth, a second white woman standing at her side. That was Gabe's mom. He remembered her from the day he'd tried to talk to Gabriel. Ma'am. He offered her a short greeting as he approached, still unsure of who she is but not paying her too much attention at the moment. His mom was his main focus.


Audits flattened his skull, ivory tipped whipcord tucking half way beneath his haunches as he made himself smaller, submissive even as he approached his mother. Mom? came out his gentle call, stopping about a yard or so from her, cerulean gaze flickering across her form, noticing how her belly was swollen and she panted, as if tired. Could she...be pregnant?!




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