How Things Change
01-04-2015, 03:47 PM
Walk | Talk | Think Try as he might, nothing seemed to be jarring his memory. He had been too young when they had left, his excursions beyond the den too few for him to use any of his memories to try and figure out the right location just by sight alone. For all he knew, it had been claimed by another animal, another wolf even, and he would not be able to have his moment of nostalgia anyway. Disheartened by his own thoughts, he was ready to give up his idea. The soft crunch of snow only gave him a moment's notice to realize someone was approaching, and slowly he turned his head to stare at the wolf with quiet puzzlement. He recognized the woman immediately - Odette had a bearing and appearance that were unique and identifying at the same time - and wondered why it was she was choosing to approach him. Was she possibly looking for his mother and thought he might have an idea of where to find her? He hoped not; he had no clue. The polite greeting he had expected was offered in tones inviting and friendly, though her welcome and question caused his brows to knit once more, caused his head to tilt slightly to one side. What brought him here? "I thought I lived here..?" he asked in quiet speculation, suddenly questioning everything he had thought. Had he lost his status as a member of the pack? Was he not welcomed here? Feeling entirely uncertain, the boy began to shift nervously in place, his tan ears folding back. |
