When The Sun Dies and Night is Calling
09-28-2013, 09:03 PM
His mother had left suddenly, answering the call of an unknown wolf. Her tongue rasping across his head and then she was gone. Lel sighed. He hadn?t wanted her to leave, content with the arrangement and irritated by its sudden change. Casting his eyes back towards Dempsey, the male who seemed to be attached to his mother?s side and a wicked smile tainted his ivory features. He slunk quickly from the den, breaking into a run once he was free, intending to follow his mother. Her strides were longer than his however and she had a head start. Racing after her as fast as his little paws could take him he headed towards a new destination. He had become very tired by the time he had reached the field, head and tail drooping. But the sounds of fighting made him lift his head. He could make out several figures in the distance, two of which seemed to be exchanging blows. Recognizing one as his mother he picked up his pace trotting towards the congregated wolves. He recognized one of them. A black woman, of his mother?s age. Her name rising to his mind, Medusa, before drifting away again. He trotted happily towards her, settling upon his haunches as he watched his mother in action. Speech Others Thought |
