hey, soul sister

*June* · 04-26-2014, 06:19 PM

i used to think when you were gone

{i'd still hear voices in these halls}

She had been born in the summer to a wolf named Summer, and so it made sense that June had always been drawn to warmth. With autumn bringing a swift cooling to the world, she had wandered south, heading towards tropical beaches and warm sands that would remind her of what it had been like before. Before the world had torn itself in two, practically literally, and June had fallen by the wayside during the escape. Her siblings had abandoned her - and yet, she couldn't find it in her heart to blame them. It would have done them no good to stay by her side, and it was likely that only sheer luck had saved June from being swallowed by the cracks that had opened up in the earth. That same luck probably would not have been extended to Gus or Jules, had they chosen to stick around. And so June was almost glad that they had left her when she had fallen, for they might not have been as lucky as she.

Still, she missed them. With every breath, June missed her siblings. Her voice had practically rusted away with disuse, as she had said not a single word to any since her separation from her siblings. While she was far from the most talkative of wolves, this was a new record, even for her. The island, however, did not judge her. The birds chirped without comment on the little brown wolf below them; the water had nothing to say about the silent figure that sat, tail wrapped around her paws, just beyond the reach of the waves.

And she might have stayed that way for some time if the wind hadn't stirred, lifting up stale scents and carrying them towards June's nose. At first, it didn't seem real. There was a wolf, one who smelled like . . . Gus. She breathed his name almost reverently inside her head, springing forward before she had time to think. June raced towards her brother's side, slowing only when she could see the male. Her approach from there was silent and a little cautious, as she padded up to her brother. June cocked her head slightly, letting a soft little whuff to alert him to her presence. Would he be happy to see her? June knew he would, but some part of her was afraid that he would scorn her. Maybe he had left her on purpose. Maybe he didn't want her back.

no, you're never really dead to mejune kalendae

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