Rekindling the Fire

Dragneel had been here for a little while now, he had wandered around for some time. Wondering, never finding anyone to attach himself to and fill this hole that was ripping into his heart. The boy was small as it was, so he found himself enjoying doing what one said, and he hated to think for himself. Though, he was too intelligent to be a slave in the back of his mind it wasn't like that. He may have been small but he had beaten a bear before, maybe not killed it, but the scar that ran across his muzzle proved it. That and the fact he was still alive today. The time it started snowing it only reminded him of the way things had been at his home up to the north, out of Alacritis' lands. Senselessly he had followed his brother here, and this was where he was, unable to find something to cling to pathetically like he had hoped.

Suddenly Dragneel heard a voice, a small one. He turned his face towards the noise, showing off the white patch on his dark reddish fur. With a flick of his black tail he began to crawl forward from which the source of the sound had been. The small white flakes falling on his fur, some of it melting and some of it sticking. He flicked his ears when he realized it was a pup. A scarred one at that, the curiosity in the boys eyes shined brightly as he flicked his tail. "It's snow." he replied monotonously as he watched the little white flakes fall to the ground.