Where the wind blows

Kichi had spent a lot of time alone this last year.  The young wolf had numerous scars which he accepted as badges of pride, testimony he had survived on his own and gained experience through each trial.  The silver wolf white his white markings had been traveling south for a few days, led by a mixture of dreams and voices in the wind.  Perhaps it was stupid to be chasing the unknown but there was no real reason not to.  Kichi’s home was just wherever he chose to lay his head so did it matter if he chose where to sleep by where the unknown lead him?

He had made his way to a gulley, along the sides of the gulley decent amounts of snow still huddled in the deepest shadows but in the center where he walked there was mushy grass, wet from the snow that had covered it until some point lately.   Along the side walls of the gulley strange crystals were growing everywhere as thickly as maggots to a long dead corpse.  They were strange things and he avoided them.  

The fireflies had seemed to be up above the gulley more with smaller numbers for the moment where he was though it seemed like there was still always a few in his lline of sight.  With Kichi was his little water deer that would pause occasionally to dig past the snow to get a few bites of the damp grass underneath.

It was daytime though no one would know by looking, the moon was still in the sky and the light only managed to cast a greyish cast about them instead of the dark of night.  The wind blew by and in it he heard a long gone voice, ‘you were mine,’ the voice seemed to cry and Kichi had long given up believing he was imagining it.  Mom, his real mom, was in the wind.  Kichi ignored the voice but with another gust he heard another voice, ‘no, you were mine’ and the boy sighed.  Were spirits really going to argue over rights to him?  “Who cares?  You’re both dead,” The boy irritatedly responded to the whispers on the wind.  “I don’t need, nor want either of you.”

He’d gotten over the death of others seasons ago.  Still, he felt the pull of something urging him to come this way and so he walked on waiting to see if there was anything good to come of this little trip.  

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