Sandcastles

*Avalon* · 08-10-2013, 01:13 AM

Large forepaws swiped down a small tower of sand. She sighed, ears splayed to the side. Boredom consumed the girl, tearing at her mind. If she didn't do something soon, she would end up dying from it! Or so she thought anyway...She wasn't sure where the others had gone, a couple of them were napping on the warm sand, others had gone hunting or scouting or seeking out the next place they would stay. She stopped what she was doing, the thought of them moving again from this place hurt her chest. Why couldn't they have a home where they could stay? A place they all felt safe and didn't have to worry about the mean wolves stealing their home again? Twice it had happened, and twice her family was forced to move. Turning into a band of rogues, with no place to really call home. She felt a bitterness in her soul, I swear...If I ever come across the ones that did this to us, I'll tear their throats out and then they'll wish they hadn't done what they did!

She bared her teeth at the mound of sand in front of her, imagining the faces of the would be victims in her mind. But she was quickly pulled from her spell when she heard a voice calling her name. "Orica!" Avalon scrambled to her feet, sand spraying up behind her and clinging to her pelt as she made a mad dash outside. She grinned when she saw her sister, but with her new found excitement she failed to see her brother, Galileo, and tumbled into him, sending the pair into the sand. The girl flipped around on the ground, overly large paws tangling up with her brother as she tried to figure out which way was up. Within seconds, she face planted into the sand, eyes squeezed shut to prevent any of it from blinding her.

When she finally stopped tumbling, she was on her belly, raising her head from the sand and spitting out what had made its way into her mouth. She spat several times, the gritty substance sticking to her tongue and crunching in her teeth. She turned her head to look at her brother, brows furrowed as she wiped the sand and grit from her muzzle...or attempted anyway, "Blech! Sorry about that Gali..."

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