big pawprints to fill

Apparently it was spring time, but the young boy wasn’t so sure, the only real difference in Winter and spring so far had been his last massive growth spurt. Ysmir would never be a giant dire, but he was very nearly as tall as his mother, and he felt no shame in that. By now he was closer to man than he was to boy, and everyday he looked less like a puppy and more like a yearling. Massive cat like paws carried him through the snow as he loped along the border. His head aligned with his spine as he settled into a distance eating pace. Relaxed but ever alert.

Dual toned eyes shifted from side to side as he watched the horizon, and dark ears swiveled for any sound of crunching snow beyond his own four feet. After he was done Ysmir wanted to go on a hunt, and depending on how long that took he’d be able to treat Valkyrie to a fresh diner and then he’d likely sleep for a while. Most of his days were relatively the same, but as time progressed he’d surely gain more responsibilities.

Hopefully. The quiet boy wasn’t sure what his future had in store. He knew his faults and defects were many, and he often wondered where his place would be. The gods surely had a plan, but they were keeping it hidden quite well from Ysmir. The rhythmic beating of his paws kept him from thinking too deeply, and he continued through the snow with his quick pace.