Weeding the crops

Solor was in a good dream where he was hunting a prey as large as he was! It was running across the territory of Solstice and with a leap it would be at the island they had been born upon. Still Solor chased after it, his little paws twitching in his sleep. He was so close to it, he could almost reach out his jaws and.. something nudged him on the side, throwing him of course and he awoke with a start. The boy glared up at his father, yawning and shaking out his coat. As usual his father seemed unfazed with his moods and with a sigh Solor would slowly go as he was directed. He would see wolves about him, most of them strangers or half recognised faces. He nudged Faun and nodded after to a yellowy woman he had never seen before.



He had been about to dart forward to see if the woman's coat really was that color when Alpine sat beside him and looked down at him with a soft smile. The boy sighed softly, resting his head upon his paws and twitching his tail in boredom as he waited to see what this was about.


"speech"