Found when all hope is lost
09-30-2014, 05:30 PM
The call that rang out through the air was a bit melancholy, bordering on weak or frail. Valeriya's pale tipped ears perked. The voice sounded, almost familiar. As if it were an echo of a dream. She rose to her feet slowly, took off towards the border in a trance of thought. Perhaps she had just imagined the call... It had been faint after all, and indistinct. But low and behold, she would emerge from the tree line to see a masked brute awaiting her. She gasped, and rushed forwards. "Master Vaughan!" She had not seen him for many moons, not since her extreme youth. He looked... well, he hardly looked as if the time away from home had been kind. He had dropped weight, his fur lacked some of the shine it had once held. She let out her breath in a woosh, taking it all in. "How are you?" She asked quietly. It was the first question of many in her mind, hundreds even, all fighting to be voiced. Where had he gone, what had he seen? Had he seen any sign of her mother, other Old Ebony wolves? Why had he come back now? She took a halting step forward, some youthful part of her wanting to embrace him. But she was not a pup any longer, to suffer through his lessons and teethe on him with her siblings. She was a Queen, the Queen now that Raisa was missing. She wondered if he even knew that she had gone... "Talk" Think "You" |