Run

His head hurt from where his antlers had started to grow, his dexterous paws and the length of his bones ached from the way that he grew, and grew, and grew. It wasn't hard to slip from the treehouse, pad down the stairs unheard and make his way towards the beach. With so many bodies to keep track of, and not-Dad out patrolling somewhere, there weren't enough eyes for the rambunctious brood.

Corsair's violet eyes turned to the sky, he wasn't sure he had ever known true darkness. He didn't know that the lights that danced in the sky were unexpected or that the ravine wouldn't always be this bright. The lulling of the waves beckoned the boy and he broke through the treeline and down to the sand, quickly distracted by the illuminated tracks of Kestrel, another constant since before he was born... and something... something that wasn't so familiar.

Although it hurt, Corsair lengthened his strides, body carried low to the ground, more stalking dog than confidently striding wolf pup. His tipped over ears were turned forward and his vision laser focused. His nose told him he was getting closer, closer to Kestrel, but the nearer he got, the more unnerved he felt. Like his own stare had been turned against him.

There, silhouetted against the sand and the waves, and the waves of colour that danced in the sky was his quarry. He pushed up, gaze locked on Kestrel, a small, strangled, Woof offered in warning. Something was wrong, wrong, wrong, and he raced to close the distance between the familiar, and the unseen.

"speech"