such small hands

*Talon I* · (This post was last modified: 12-11-2013, 09:14 PM by Talon I.)

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It had been some time since the lanky boy's face had been seen by the Glaciem wolves. Though he had never been quite whole, now he truly felt broken -- beaten and battered, though his state of mind was entirely unrelated to most of the things that had occurred recently. No; instead, he longed terribly for Kangi, who's presence had grown scarcer and scarcer until it was all but nonexistent, and his dear Euphrosyne seemed busy caring for her new children and not at all for him.

And so he would learn to live in the safety of the shadows, hiding behind trees at night, weaving over unforeseen obstacles and seeking refuge beneath fallen trees, almost always keeping to himself. He was becoming an expert at moving alone, at being all but invisible.

And yet he was still here, in Glaciem; he had nowhere else to go. Nobody else in the world. The lanky brown-furred boy would escape the confinements of his den, bracing himself as the bitter winter wind lashed out against his small frame. The air was cold here, but he had grown accustomed to the winter here already. Paws would trek through the thick snow as he would grace the daylight with his presence, a rare and strange thing -- but the hunger in his belly was growing too painful for him to bear. He needed to find something to eat.

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such small hands

Talon I