Talk to me, brother
11-17-2014, 06:48 PM
It had been so long since he had last seen his brother, since he had spent any time with the spotted boy. But he had told himself that he wasnt going to see his brother until he was fit again. After the pack meeting, he had gone hunting, he had bathed, and started to take care of himself once again. He was determined to make the world pay for his mothers death, but in order to do that, he needed to be strong, to be able. So he had eaten three meals a day, put on weight, regained some of the shine to his pelt, and even had a little more life to his eyes. But his tattered relationship with his brother still weighted heavily upon his shoulders. His brother was the only thing he had left, they had been inseparable since birth. And being forced to keep his distance had been awful, he wanted nothing more than his brothers company again. But today things were going to change. He had caught wind of his brothers scent and had begun to trail after it. He would aim to catch up, a soft bark leaving his lips to alert his brother. He would watch with wary eyes, unsure if his brother was going to lash out at him or not. Speech, |