the kingsroad

Fable was staring outside of the den's entrance, her small tail wriggling to and fro. She was obedient, just like they all were, but there was one thing that could tempt her more than any other: food. From the moment Poem had brought them their first real meal, she'd been entranced. Unlike typical wolves who would feast and then go without for long periods of time, food was always on her mind. Fable liked to snack. Neither parent had expected such an appetite but they were happy to oblige her. Unfortunately they weren't anywhere to be found. The young girl turned as her sister nudged her, a grin spreading across her face at the invitation. "Oh yes, yes, yes!" She lurched to her paws quickly, so excited that she almost fell flat on her face. "Okay, let's hunt!" Fable gave her sister an affectionate nudge before scampering outside of the den and into the cold.

Ugh. The cold! She'd forgotten about that part. The wind was so, so strong today... almost enough to knock her over. But food! Fable steeled her nerves. She'd do it. For food. Checking over her shoulder for Satire again, Fable set her small nose to the ground and began to snuffle for a scent in the snow. Their parents had said this whole cold thing would be over by now. Why wasn't it? Poem and Sparhawk were right about everything.