Show Me How To Be Strong
03-24-2015, 10:44 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-14-2016, 08:07 PM by Evelyn.)
*Home Turf -- Serpent Plains
There was only one wolf in their litter that she truly saw as strong, and that was Lark. She loved all of her siblings dearly, but he was the only one that she truly looked up to when it came to strength. He was different than the rest of them, a bolder mind and more confidence. Well, maybe not as much as Shrike. The girl smiled a bit at that thought, sniffing around the den to try and pick up his scent. Finch was really the only one who still clung to the den every day, the others were quick to go out and explore. Even in the heat of the summer, she refused to leave it unless she was forced to. Starling was good at that, dragging her away for hours at a time. But here at the den, she knew that she was safe, and that it was the place her family came back to every night. She knew that if she stayed here, that no matter what happened that day, her family would always come back to her. Out there in the big, big world, she didn't have that guarantee. That was the fear that rooted her in place, that kept her to the left of the den as she searched for the largest of their litter. Even though she knew he probably wasn't far, the thought of leaving the den without someone with her made her ears fold back against her pale skull. Huffing, she flopped to her rump and tipped her head up, letting out a rather quiet, off pitch howl for Lark. She just wanted to talk to him, to ask him to help her be strong. Finch didn't want to be the burden anymore, she wanted to be just like Lark.
There was only one wolf in their litter that she truly saw as strong, and that was Lark. She loved all of her siblings dearly, but he was the only one that she truly looked up to when it came to strength. He was different than the rest of them, a bolder mind and more confidence. Well, maybe not as much as Shrike. The girl smiled a bit at that thought, sniffing around the den to try and pick up his scent. Finch was really the only one who still clung to the den every day, the others were quick to go out and explore. Even in the heat of the summer, she refused to leave it unless she was forced to. Starling was good at that, dragging her away for hours at a time. But here at the den, she knew that she was safe, and that it was the place her family came back to every night. She knew that if she stayed here, that no matter what happened that day, her family would always come back to her. Out there in the big, big world, she didn't have that guarantee. That was the fear that rooted her in place, that kept her to the left of the den as she searched for the largest of their litter. Even though she knew he probably wasn't far, the thought of leaving the den without someone with her made her ears fold back against her pale skull. Huffing, she flopped to her rump and tipped her head up, letting out a rather quiet, off pitch howl for Lark. She just wanted to talk to him, to ask him to help her be strong. Finch didn't want to be the burden anymore, she wanted to be just like Lark.
