you'll always be my sunshines
puppy play date!
01-08-2024, 12:12 AM
an outing with Mother should be cause for excitement, but as Styrmir sits nestled in the leather bag, a strange restlessness descends over his mind. at first it’s simply an irritable niggling, the faint impression that he’s forgotten something important. it’s not exactly a foreign sensation to the young boy; he’s spent a few nights grappling with this very feeling, tossing and turning as his thoughts writhe. sometimes a terrible sense of dread grips him, and he’s only able to shake it by sitting upright in bed and counting the sleeping bodies around him, ensuring each sibling is exactly where they should be. sometimes he has to count them multiple times before he can sleep, just in case he’s gotten it wrong.
and now the feeling nags at him as he slips from the bag, staggering a little as his large puppy paws find stable ground. he can’t quite explain it, or comprehend it, but something heavy and unpleasant and it sits in the pit of his stomach like a boulder. all he can discern is that it feels distinctly…wrong. perhaps it is an impending sense of trouble brewing on the horizon, visible only to him? the thought is bothersome, but try as he might he just can’t seem to flick it away. although he too itches to explore (he is just a boy, after all) he can’t bring himself to let his littermates out of his sight, like if he takes his eyes off them something bad will happen. you’ll never be able to keep them all safe. the thought flies into his head, mocking and derisive. it doesn’t sound like his voice at all.
he turns to look at Mother, a woman he already admires so much, with a tiny frown marring the fur between his brows. it gives him a comically stern look for such a small pup. “mama, do you think it’s safe?”
and now the feeling nags at him as he slips from the bag, staggering a little as his large puppy paws find stable ground. he can’t quite explain it, or comprehend it, but something heavy and unpleasant and it sits in the pit of his stomach like a boulder. all he can discern is that it feels distinctly…wrong. perhaps it is an impending sense of trouble brewing on the horizon, visible only to him? the thought is bothersome, but try as he might he just can’t seem to flick it away. although he too itches to explore (he is just a boy, after all) he can’t bring himself to let his littermates out of his sight, like if he takes his eyes off them something bad will happen. you’ll never be able to keep them all safe. the thought flies into his head, mocking and derisive. it doesn’t sound like his voice at all.
he turns to look at Mother, a woman he already admires so much, with a tiny frown marring the fur between his brows. it gives him a comically stern look for such a small pup. “mama, do you think it’s safe?”
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