Koala's Kreatures
08-22-2019, 09:11 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-19-2019, 01:32 AM by Desolate.)
Deslolate looked back at Theory with an expression of disbelief at her words. "Uncle Rhyme was at the meeting and I missed him?" He whimpered softly. Maybe it was because he hid, maybe if he wasn't so cowardly he could have seen his uncle and convinced him to stay at Abaven. He was so afraid that he had his eyes squeezed shut the entire time Theory had carried him to the island, scampering away to hide once more as soon as he was able. The older wolf spoke of fun things to do on the island and Desolate tried his best to be excited but none of those things sounded fun anymore. She nuzzled his head and he leaned against her, glad for the comforting touch. "I guess I'd like to fish better." He said quietly. "I wanted to learn about herbs but now we're stuck here. It'll be the same herbs over and over again I'll never be able to see them all." In the small pups mind, they would never get off this island. His time on the mainland had been too short and he'd done so little in the precious time before the eruption. He was stuck here forever and would never get to do everything he wanted to do.
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