Oh Bountiful Youth

Mortis yawned widely as he came off patrol. Popping into the communal space, he grabbed a bite to eat from the cellar. Carrying the rabbit in his maw, he made his way down to the beach. Knowing the evening sun would bring a wonderful view at this time of day. When the ground beneath him changed from grass to sand, he would head past the barracks and towards the training rings where many of the pack spent their time.

There was still no sign of Malalia, but he had been told, very strictly, to return to his duties in the pack. His searching had proved fruitless thus far, but his head and heart were still in the wilds, wondering where she was, instead of the pack.

He almost tripped over a small form lying on the white sand, and startled, then grinned, as he recognised little Maggy. “Hey Maggy! Sorry, didn’t see you there” he said, brushing aside his sadness in order to smile at his friend.