The heat of winter

*Theta* · 05-04-2020, 06:32 PM

Theta spotted movement out of the corner of her eye and looked towards it. The movement had come from what looked like a wolf who was as old as dirt. They moved slowly and didn’t look very strong, how were they still alive? Theta hoped she never saw the day where she got that old. Death in battle would be a better end for her than seeing her fur grow thin and her joints become creaky.

Becoming an adult was bad enough in her eyes. Ughh, why did she want something she hated the idea of so badly. It burned within her with fiery desire and yet she wanted that feeling gone as much as she wanted to be gone from Winterfell. It made her so conflicted inside that she could almost explode.

Theta looked in the direction of the elderly she wolf again, just because they were old didn’t mean they wouldn’t have information. If someone had dealt with this for years they must have found some way to manage it. She trodded over to the area in which the woman lie and in an almost demanding voice she said “Hey! How do you get rid of this?” To Theta it felt as if her pelt reeked of the scent betraying her condition. Surely the other wolf would be able to smell it to.

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The heat of winter

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