THREE MUSKETEERS

Quiet and reclusive, the young male had taken to wandering a lot once he was allowed to leave the den. He had yet to leave Ludicael territory, and felt no desire to do so. No, Ludicael was big enough to keep Oberon entertained for a while yet. Still, it was a little lonely, the youngster had to admit. He missed being around his siblings a lot of the time. But it was difficult for a pup to explain that sometimes he just had to get away from wolves and spend some time by himself. He barely understood it himself, so how could he make anyone else understand? Was there something wrong with him?

His mother had too much to worry about without him. Oberon was determined not to make her worry any more than she had to. Whatever had happened to her was something that he never wanted to let happen again. The oozy things, the nasty marks on her body, whatever they were, they wouldn't happen again. She might be 'fine,' but Oberon was still determined to protect her. Like his sister, his mother needed to be protected, and Oberon would do so.

It was by sheer luck that his nostrils picked up the scent of his two sisters. Oberon paused, flicking his ears as he considered. Would he approach them? Of course. They were some of the few wolves that he could spend a lot of time around. Others were a pretty big stretch. But these two, he could handle. He adored them. Bounding forward, Oberon broke into a run, a difficult thing for the pup to pull off with his awkward proportions, but he closed the distance between himself and his sisters swiftly, skidding to a stop as the words of Ana echoed in the air. 'Where's Obie?' She was asking for him.

"Here." Oberon spoke happily enough, a swift twitch of his tail in the air behind him a sign of how happy he was. It was rare for him to display such emotions, but at the sight of his sisters, he did so, ears pricked in their direction as he padded happily closer.