Dont tell me friendship isn't love

*Alpine* · 04-17-2014, 06:52 PM

The early morning held and odd warmth to it that was pleasant to the touch, and soothed his worries as he soaked in this warmth with closed eyes and soft grass beneath him. It was a relaxing scene and with it he was able to dream away his thoughts of Twig. Or so that was theory, but the one tried not to think of something the more such thoughts would intrude their mind. In fact, he could almost taste her scent on the wind and would sigh at the thoughts of his friend and the days that had passed without seeing her.

He was surprised when the scent became more prominent and dream became reality when her presence appeared before him. He would blink sleepy eyes to her form hovering above him, her gentle nuzzle against him and whiskers tickling against his coat. His azure eyes would widen in surprise at her half white form, the odd markings on her face in highlights to the golden glow of the sun and for the bearest of moments wondered if this was truly reality, or vision. His assurity would be solidified as another form slipped into his range of view, and his name would slip from the maw of this darker shaded brute. Alpine moved his eyes from Twig to take in this brute Crucifix Twig had introduced him as. He was surprised, and oddly pleased to hear this was another sibling of hers. Certainly those seemed to be popping up all over the place lately, and perhaps this would not be a block in the friendship he so adored.

He would raise his head fully from his sleeping position and take in the two wolves before with clear, and fully awake eyes. He would blink, dumbfounded for these two wolves where not even of the same litter, Cru was clearly the younger of the two. Yet, the mirror cast them as equal opposites in the basare way they're coats copied each other in an opposite refection. For another hair's breath he would fear that the brute's mind would be opposing to his sisters, and with the astounding goodness that was Twig that would make Cru a terrible evil. Certainly the eyes that the other brute levelled onto him held a layer of something that he had never seen in Twig before, something that whispered of a deeper planning to the events around him. He blinked, realising he had been silent for too long and cleared his throat. ?Your brother? I'm pleased to meet you Crucifix? he would offer first, rising to his feet to offer a warm nuzzle of greeting into Twig's shoulder, it was so good to see her again.

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