the dog days of summer

Theory came running towards him, and it was an instant gratification to the stress and fear he had been feeling right before she ran to him. He held obediently still as Theory took a look at his face, and assured him that his face was not actually peeling off to show the bones beneath. That was a relief.

“Is my whole face going to turn white Ry?” he asked, it still hurt, but her assurance had instantly calmed him, like water on fire. “I like looking like Ku.” having him and his brother's names shortened to the last two letters, he assumed that was the way to go with nicknames.

“Why is Aloe fun?” he asked, following after his sister as she led him towards her den. He looked curiously inside when Ry disappeared into it, wincing as his facial expressions tugged at the sore parts on his face. He felt like throwing another fit, he did not like the sensation. But, he also looked up to Theory and didn’t think that throwing a tantrum would go down well with the wicked cool alpha sister. He scrunched up his nose at the crip fresh scent of the Aloe as she prepared it. Huffing as it tugged at his sunburn again. “That’s not fair, Ry. Do you have to put mud on your face?” then, as he thought further about it, he decided that digging around in mud and having a reason to, might be fun.

Wc: 259
Twc: 933