Alone But Not Lonely
01-19-2014, 12:24 AM
The gangly youth moved at a steady pace through the territory, he lurked on the fringes, rarely finding another to interact with, but always hoping for company. He had grown accustomed to being alone though, and it no longer hurt him in the same way that it had. The young wolf had grown from the pitiful pup that had found its way to Glaciem's borders. His body had grown, he was taller now, though he hadn't yet filled out to his muscular prime. His mostly white coat gleamed in the mid-day light, the black patches on his body, no longer dull and ragged. He was the binnacle of health. He was growing and becoming strong. His puppy face was fading, leaving in its wake a fine structured jaw, a finely portioned face. He would come to a halt, his form just in the shadows of the pine as he looked across the break in the trees that he would cross through next. He had nothing to fear in the territory. He just hadn't decided where exactly to go. He felt displaced, but he was okay with it. He had grown happy here, being left to his own devices, getting to learn things on his own. Setting off from the shadows of the trees, he moved at an easy trot, his muscles contracting, and relaxing easily. Yes, alone or not he was at home here, though he still felt.. lonely. Speech, |
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