DAWN LIGHT

*Drashiel* · 01-06-2014, 07:19 PM

Scurry, scurry, scurry?..

Drashiel leaned farther over the lichened covered boulder as he tried to pick out the skittering movements of the lemmings across the tundra floor. The little creatures were going about their day, unaware of the danger that perched so curiously above them. Suddenly one noticed him and to the pups surprise the little rodent began aggressively hissing and screeching at him. Pfft! As if it could frighten him away. Grinning the youth's tail twitched as his weight shifted to his hindlegs for a spring.

The howl changed everything. Drashiel looked up in the direction it was coming from and by the time he looked back the rodent was gone. Hmph? still the call beckoned him. Not only was it a gathering but a hunt as well and the voice was that of Roman. Drashiel sprang off the rock and bolted toward the call. He was growing quite well and was finally stable on his longer limbs. Though still young he was switftly reaching his adult size. That said though he knew he was probably to young to participate in the hunt but it was high time he started watching and observing?. and probably socializing to. No good was to come out of staying cooped up in a den by himself.

The pup soon came on the gathering of wolves already in the midst of the hunt. He nestled among the shrubs and waited, not wanting to disturb them or spoil the hunt but his peridot gaze remained sharp ready to drink in the spectacle about to unfold.

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