Frozen (2013)

Wylan had snuck out of the family den, and into the storm. He was chasing the snow, giggling as he leapt up, wings splayed out either side of him, prancing and catching. He held out his tongue, trying to catch errant flakes of snow on his tongue. This was a wonderful, if cold world to explore. It made the woods that he had grown up in fresh and new. He couldn’t barely even recognise the landscape around him.

In fact, shortly into his walk, he was completely and hopelessly lost. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt so turned around. Perhaps in his first few weeks of leaving the den, when everything had been brand new to him.

He didn’t mind that he was lost, he was a happy pup, and he knew his family would come looking for him if he was out here long enough. The wind picked up, tossing the snow more wildly around him. Obscuring his vision. He didn’t realise there was a familiar wolf in front of them until he almost walked into them. Once he was almost close enough to touch, he stopped. His expression lit up. “Spider!” he said, his eyes darting over the other wolf, and he realised they had set themselves into a stance. “Oh, are you training with someone?” He asked, his eyes glancing this way and that, trying to see another wolf through the haze of falling snow.


WC: 246
Total: 458/1500

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