poisoned rationality
01-08-2015, 08:57 PM
He was a yearling now, growing into his body, and he was beginning to feel a bit more accepted by his family. He still felt jealous of Mystic, his father's supposed favorite. The boy knew what the man said, wanted to believe that Mystic wasn't the only child he loved. But still, Naoise was still hesitant around Kar. His old man was trying to express he cared but... with another litter possibly on the way the boy was not in the mood to be around his folks. But perhaps leaving to head further south without a word wasn't so good either. He had planned to be back by morning, but he had found the bifrost and the morning found him instead in the mists created by a dam.
The youth would pad on, towards the water where he heard creatures stir. He had never seen a beaver before, considering this was his first time away from the orchard. His eyes ate up the world hungry, viewing the sights as beautiful. Perhaps... he could find a friend out here.
Smoke green eyes were not focused on what was ahead, only what he could make out around him in the mist. That of course didn't help scents either, and before Naoise knew how close he was he walked right into the back leg of another wolf!
Naoise would flinch back, surprise on his face and ears tilted backward. He didn't speak -- he just stared at the female he had just run into.
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