Where the dogs of society howl

永程

It wasn't that he wanted to be slow. No, no. Yong Cheng rather liked being fast and quick and fleetfooted, because that meant he could run away. Unfortunately, as howls broke through his morning sleep, Yong Cheng realised this was something that he couldn't escape from. He was a pack wolf now. He had to do as the pack wolves did. He stretched, pulling at his taut muscles -- yes, he had muscles now -- that still ached from his spar. He didn't know when the pain would subside, only that it was slowly getting better.

Yong Cheng hobbled out of the small den, staring at the sky.

It was so blue.

It was so blue.

He was not a wolf given to crying, but the azure felt like a dream. He wasn't sure that he wasn't still asleep. Look! Cheng wanted to say, Look! Look at how big and wide and clear it is! For a moment, he felt free again. For a moment, he felt like a child again. He'd been forced to grow up after Sirius happened, but now... A tear leaked from the corner of his eye.

The boy wiped it away, standing under blissfully blue open heavens.

Then, he made his way to the meeting-place. A few wolves had arrived already -- Sirius and Zee, Odette, and another wolf he hadn't met. Odette was seated near the queen -- were they close? He'd have to investigate.

It was too early to be speaking, so Yong Cheng simply nodded at the gathered wolves, and found his place.

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