The Other Side

*Cormalin* · 12-04-2013, 02:19 PM

Cormalin

Cormalin smiled faintly as the pup assured him that he was alright. The little male was well spoken, rather like Surreal at that age, and his eyes were almost white, though Cormalin thought he could just barely discern a faint, barely noticeable tinge of green. He was made up of browns, but Cormalin imagined this was temporary. Often pups were born nondescript, and as they grew older, their markings would clarify. Surreal and her siblings had been this way. Surreal?s Timber markings hadn?t shown up until three months of age.

The pup nodded to his second question, confirming what Cormalin had guessed. This was the first fox the little male had ever seen. The pup asked a question, and Cormalin had a moment of vivid recollection. Of his father bringing back a hare from one of the Hunters? kills. It was the first time Cormalin had ever seen a dead creature. He had asked this very same question. His father had given him an answer, one that he now voiced. ?It?s a different kind of sleep. He will never wake again. He is at peace.?

Cormalin raised his head, winter breeze fingering the thick ruff of his neck, the lower point of his white four-point star narrowing as his brow points furrowed. Gazing about, Cormalin asked ?Now where is your mother, young one? It?s dangerous to wander alone, as you?ve just learned.? He winked gently at the young pup. ?Best to wait until you?re bigger.?

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