Bleed
He was on another excursion, this time in one of the many rivers that made up Valhalla. He paddled noisily in the stream and dunked his head under every so often, pretending he was a duck. He loved birds, Neo hated them for some reason. He thought the only thing they were good for was eating, but Preston saw beauty in all things, regardless of how big or small. He admired the glimmer of beetle wings and the silent styles of the owls, he saw the lucid movements in deer that made them seem almost fluid like to him, but most of all he loved clouds. He could stare at them for hours, picking out shapes and objects in their puffy abstract forms. Neo thought it was a waste of time, but he had learned by now that Neo was hardly ever right. Now that his brother had crossed his mind, he realized it had been some time since he'd seen him. Could something have happened? He didn't doubt it. That boy had a habit of getting into trouble. The sudden call interrupted his musings, causing him to stand in the knee high river. Their father was calling.
Without hesitation he ran to the rocky bank and shook himself dry before darting off into the woods, following the call. Before long he had reached the designated meeting point, and bowed his head to his cousin and his father respectively. "Father, what troubles you?" The steel colored wolf asked. Cairo didn't send out calls for any small occurrence, something was wrong. If he needed to speak to his cubs he would simply appear to them one by one, the way he always seemed to do. That was always something that puzzled him about Cairo. He always seemed to be around when he was most needed, and was always there to help. He just appeared, seemingly out of thin air, sensing disturbances in his family and mending them however he could. Truly he was a great man. |