'Tis the season to be Jolly
04-26-2014, 07:21 PM
It was with an almost puppyish excitement that the boy would cross over once more to the territory of Valhalla. The home of his sister was becoming a nice retreat after long journeys in the surrounding worlds. This time he had seen plenty of wolves and found himself in odd situations. He could already imagine bringing a smile to her lips with some of the stories he had to tell. He would let himself into the territory, having already had the go ahead by this lands Lady and would find himself quickly at the den of his sister. Sometimes, with the weights the world had put on him and his fiery need to protect his sisters it was hard to remember that he was actually still just a young boy. His inner strengths and passions, his lack of innocence to the world often outweighed this, but as he yapped outside her den and pranced against the spot, this was the boy that could be seen. He had not displayed his younger self for the passing of seasons now, but with the scent of his sister in his nostrils, the memory of adventures past he let himself be young again. Only with Twig, only ever with Twig could he dare show this lighter, carefree and vonurable side of himself. His bond with his older sister was absolute, and sometimes he could always be the 'older' brother, especially when he was born a litter after her. ?Twig, come on? He called, excitement creeping into his tones, before he would push himself into the den to forcibly drag her out by the scruff if she refused to share the brightness of the day with him. "My sounds""My Soul" |
