free at last
Raven
He could hear the quiet sounds of hesitation that came from his brother, the gentle rustle of downy fur as his head moved in short, swift motions and the gentle click of teeth as he sought the right words. Patience was his strong suit, thankfully, and he was quite used to having a moment or two of silence before anyone remembered to use their words rather than gestures. The grasses parted, quietly shifting around the heavy paws of a young wolf as Acacius moved away from where they'd been standing. Raven waited, tilting his skull to tune his ears towards the sounds of his larger brother's movements. After a few moments, the gentle thudding of young paws came to a halt, and he pivoted his forepaws until he was facing the direction he'd last heard Acacius' movements. Then the other boy's voice rang out, beckoning him closer. Oversized paws carried him over the remains of the mushroom cluster, the ends of his claws brushing lightly over the soft stems that still sprouted from the ground. His long, sensitive whiskers caught on the edges of Acacius' form before he could bump into his brother, and the boy stopped short. One questing forepaw extended, searching for the aforementioned fungi that were supposedly there. It didn't take long for his toes to bump lightly against the sturdy caps, and he pressed his pad more firmly against the broad top of one of the mushrooms. He felt a tingling against the tough, leathery skin of his pawpad. Then, his heart seemed to stutter in his chest, catching him off guard. It settled into a quick rhythm, a staccato beat that spelled excitement and exhilaration despite him being stood so casually in the fields. He pulled his paw away, letting out a soft breath of astonishment. "That's so weird!" he giggled in his high, singsong voice. His heart was already slowing to a normal pace, but he could still hear the rush of blood in his ears. "" |