A Long Journey

*Aros* · 12-06-2013, 01:41 PM

Aros was unamused. In almost every sense of the word he was displeased, irritated, and in plain bad humor. It was a marvelous day, you see. The snow was thin, the air unseasonably warm, the sky clear, and all around him rang the sound of birdsong. It was absolutely abominable. How could any self respecting wolf make any sort of progress when his way was clear? He would much rather it be storming or freezing cold, or be set upon by a pack of enemies. How could he be expected to grow stronger, to find a mate, to sire a litter worthy of his father's noble name. He grimaced. His brothers probably had three litters by a strong wench by now. And here he was, still wandering the open wilderness, surrounded by blasted birds and sulfurous sunlight. It was shameful.

He sat down with a huff and glared at the cursed willows which surrounded him. Gracefully, ever so gracefully, they drifted in the light breeze. Their branches slender, elegant, harmless. The bloody willow. A right pathetic tree, that one. No bloody use to anyone, he thought, though he knew perfectly well that chewing the trees leaves would cure you of a sore throat or head pains. Well it doesn't have any leaves right now, does it? his inner grouch bickered back, unamused by his reasoning. Right now, the willow was a useless tree and this was a useless day, and if he could curl up and sleep and pass it by until a decent one came about, he certainly would.

"Speech," Thoughts,

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