Windows to the Soul

*Soul* · Updated 01/13/23:

It had been long enough now that Soul wasn't certain when his mother would be back, and it gave the boy a confusing mishmash of feelings. He had quickly grown attached to his papa and wasn't exactly eager to leave him either. He wasn't quite ready to grasp the concept of abandonment but he could still feel it in a way unrecognizable to his young brain. The problem with not knowing exactly how he was feeling meant he didn't really know how to talk about it, so when his papa had to leave that morning he hadn't really known what to do with himself.

So Soul set about trying to distract and amuse himself. He had learned what snow was pretty quickly, and it was one of his favorite things about where he was now. It was easy enough to play with even without being able to see it. He especially liked rolling around in it, his fur was thicker, even visibly so on his back so it was easier to avoid getting to cold if he didn't just wade right into it.

So it was that the boy set about rolling around in the snow, making what he imagined were drawings in the snow, though his mostly random flailing didn't leave anything recognizable behind. After some minutes yipping and giggling to himself he'd already exhausted a decent amount of his early morning energy and lay on his back, forepaws tucked to his chest while his hindlegs folded in to protect his exposed and already quickly chilling abdomen. The boy breathed a huffy sigh, and closed his eyes, letting the feeling of the cool cradle he'd built for himself seep into his fur... it was oddly comforting, a slightly numbing balm for his overactive and confused mind.

"Speech"

Art by Ulfeid3

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