Scorthello Pup

{ 605 words } "Tick tock goes the Clock."

Only a matter of time before the young man would reach his first year of age. Perhaps he would finally meet his diseased father, one whom had been quarantined from him, as an unknown disease had spread through the many pack lands. Alabaster figure would move slink-like in the darkness, his pudgy figure finally grown to proportionate sizes. His sister, Mercy, likely would not have been the same, but the adventurous male had already begun to leave the den long before his pearly mother would allow, and would venture further and further each day into the Covari territory, seeking new things to see, and to smell. Each new scent would thrill the young man, only pushing him further and further, until he would be found by his mother, or would be followed by his young sibling. He had heard that two of his siblings, had been broken down and killed by the same disease that haunted his father, too powerful for them to fight off. The alabaster man didn't give a care in the world, not really feeling any true love for any of his siblings, or his mother. All he sought would be his father, Scorpion, who must be hidden in some nook or cranny in the lands of his birth pack.

Perhaps the independent young man had sauntered about the lands within earshot of the den, in case he would be reluctantly summoned back. However, the man was feeling particularly rebellious today, sauntering further than before, away from the vicinity of the den, finding himself in a brand new world, as if it never had existed before. Many smells drifted onto his nose, and he would lick his lips, as if the world was going to cause him to ooze with saliva. "Why didn't I wander this far before? This world is amazing!" He would lift his head and gaze outward, seeing barren fields and dotted caves. The young man would lower his head again and give a groan, then ochre orbs would glint as he spoke once more, the words rolling off his inky lips. "At least it's better than being cooped up in the den with mama and Mercy." The boy could not help but to wonder what was beyond these barren lands? The taste of several wolves would rest on his tongue, as he saw several figures sauntering across the field from him, one of which seemed familiar in scent, one that always rested on his pearly mother after she would return to feed the pups more.

The alabaster figure would once more move in his slink-like flair, ochre irises flickering once again, momentarily cloaked in black, he would approach the two figures, finding each one to smell of Covari pack lands, likely part of the pack. One was tall and lean, whilst the other was about two times his height, tall and powerful. The markings surrounding his ochre hued eyes seemed alike to his own, the young man giving a small yip to hopefully acknowledge the two Covari wolves of his presence, as he would speak, words rolling off his tongue, but not in his usual rude and careless fashion, but more controlled and gentlemanly, or so he attempted. "Do any of you kind men know of someone by the name of Scorpion? Mother told me he was my father, and since he's healed from his illness, could I perhaps find him somewhere?" The alabaster boy would give a respectful bow of his head, before ochre irises would watch both intently for an answer, crown tilted to gaze at the timber-like male, with the markings about his ochre irises.

"Speech"
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