We're gunna Pretend

How Far We've Come - Matchbox 20


The wolf's eyes opened slowly as he returned to the waking world from the realm of sleep. A smile slowly spread his face. Another day. The gods granted him another day. There was no real room to maneuver in the small dig he'd been lucky enough to find, so he worked his way out of the ball he'd curled into and crawled his way out of it. Once he finally made his way out of the old abandoned den he'd found, he got to his feet. Pulling back into a long stretch as a yawn escaped his scared maw. The sky was dark, a few defiant stars not yet ready to retire. The day had just begun. Good, Newol was keeping with his habit of waking early. Turning, the male set off toward the mountain to his right, a place he'd visited before.

As he walked, thoughts bubbled in his mind. It had been a long summer for him. But now it was winter, paws walking lightly across snow coated landscape. The cold didn't bother him, thanks to his Zaraidd blood. The family line had been forged in the cold of winter. And the great kingdom far to the north that it ruled over was famous for it's winters. But that was not Newol. Yes, he had it in his blood, but it was not him. Newol preferred the summer. It was because of his birth in the desert. The desert sands of oh so long ago. Those desert sands where what settled on his mind as he started up the mountain path. His birth mother, she had been a very kind soul. But she had wanted the best for her child. Newol had been told to run from that desert, and run he had. And now he could gladly say that he'd survived. He was here, in this glorious place, alive, and strong. Looking at the past wasn't something he did often, but the facts of his past made him optimistic about his future.

Finally he made his way to the submerged forest that he'd visited before. The sun had finally found the sky as he did so, bathing the world in light. Looking around, he was standing on the shore between the land and the frozen lake and it's buried trees. He knew that he probably wouldn't spend much longer in the north, he had other business to attend to, but for now he'd just enjoy the moment. As he sat there, the most basic of wolf urges began to build up inside him, and as he washed over his body, he sat. And the most pleasant of smiles on his face, he closed his eyes and aimed his scared snout skyward. His lips parted as his voice took to the sky in song. "Lets see how far we've come! Lets see how far we've come!"