Blowing This Joint

Albion was a curious boy, keeping him from sticking his nose where it didn’t belong was a challenge. He wasn’t looking to get scolded but his icy blue eyes observed everything that he could. Mostly he was a quiet child unless he was around his siblings. He talked ot Scylla easily, and he was getting better when speaking to Cerberus, but the other boy was just as quiet as he was. He explored both night and day so he had a chance to watch all of the wolves in Fenmyre, from the unnamed slaves, to his father the king and all of their guests in between. When it came to preference Albion also preferred the night, there was no damage from the sun and the moon was plenty to light his path. Though he stood out like a ghost under the moon. His pale ivory fur nearly glowed beneath the massive celestial object.

A fact that would make him surprised that his sister had not seen him tailing her yet. By now it felt like she just expected him to be there at her side eventually, and Albion always did seem drawn to where she was. Glowing phenomena or not, this was the world he lived in, this was his life. Everything glowed and the moon was always full. There always felt like there was tension in the air and his parents and Dalila were always on edge. Another reason he was eager to get out, to follow Scylla and be away from the potential ire of his father.

For how massive his paws were Albion walked with a nearly silent gait as he slipped through the trees like the apparition he resembled. He caught sight of his littermate settling into a stalking position. His glassy eyes watched her as she stalked forward and slipped into the moon shadows like they were her home and her prey became apparent to the illuminated boy. He crouched in the foliage for a long moment as he waited, observing, and loathe to disturb Scylla. He watched as the blue lighted rat cleaned its whiskers carefully, none the wiser of the two pups that watched it carefully.

The boy didn’t move again until he watched Scylla spring from behind and overtake the rat. Then he too leapt forward. The girl squealed and kicked the rat away, sending blue streams of light through the air as it flew. Albion was on it like a cat to a mouse. Massive claws were unsheathed as he batted the animal with his paw like a feline would. He watched the blue markings, which made the rat all that much easier to track in the shadows of the foliage above. He didn’t hardly notice the fireflies that seemed to encircle the pups and their prey.

Albion Klein