Scarlet Letters

*Valor I* · 04-01-2021, 06:10 PM

The white and black male had drifted off into what started off as a peaceful slumber, but it didn't take long for the nightmares to plague him. The dreams were often the same, drifting from watching the death of Creed to watching his mate slowly die of an unknown illness. Both were painful reminders of how helpless he had been in both cases. The first because of how young and inexperienced he was as a fighter. The second due to his lack of knowledge with healing herbs. Both had resulted in a painful scarring loss that he couldn't even escape in his sleep.

It was during one of these nightmares that the man jolted awake. At first he thought it to be one of the dreams that woke him up, but after a few moments of staring around groggily, he finally understood what had truly woken him. It was faint and hard to focus on, but he could hear paws crunching through the snow. It was the unmistakable sound of another wolf that caught his attention. It was too light to be one of the dire wolves like the one he had come across. Despite that knowledge, he was still wary and on edge. His life ha taught him enough to not let his guard down.

Rising from his makeshift bed of the night, he padded as softly as he could with his head lowered and ears pricked forward to pick up on the littlest of noises. Even trying to be as quiet as he possible could, he inwardly cringed every time he took a step. He could still here the soft crunch, crunch. He loved the snow and the arctic temperatures, but it was not good when he needed to sneak up on someone.

His vibrant purple gaze finally rested on a dark figure. It was getting dark, but he could still make her out fairly well. His shoulders relaxed slightly and his head lifted to a more normal level. She could still possibly be a threat, but he felt less concerned now than he had earlier. "Hello." He called out, not trying to spook her.

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