I hear the willows cheering

N/A · 08-09-2014, 06:24 PM

The den was a welcome warmth after the pain he had endured of their hunt. Successful it was, regardless of the injures he had to embrace because of it. At least his new found family would be well fed and so it was worth it. Winter had never thought he would feel as he did toward a group of wolves, though, so much about him had changed since his meeting with Misha. Ah, perhaps ad his soul aged it craved to find some peace - a home and family.

He curled up closely inside the den, carefully stretching his injured stilt out from his body so that the wound would not rub against his hide. It was sore enough as it was and the soil on his pelt need not to enter his injury. Titania would be a great healer some day, though, it seemed she already was. Skilled beyond her years, perhaps. But his encounters with healers was scarce. The others would feast upon the trophy in which the hunting pair had brought home. Winter felt nauseous from the pain and so chose not to consume any of the carcass. There would be some left for when his insides could withstand the nutrition.

He lay there, watching the others dance about before him. Twilight now consuming the heavens. And at that very moment, his heart knew he would do anything for this trio before him. He would fight for them and provide for them. Dusk's adventure turned out to be more than just an adventure - more than a fairy-tale in which he thought he was chasing. It had become his whole life - his soul. . . his heart.

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