heritage of the wolf
04-17-2019, 04:25 PM
Poem Destruction Edgar was spending less and less time in the nest above the maple tree, and more time with her. He was even beginning to sleep next to Winter during the nights. She felt so excited to have her own Raven partner like her mom and dad. A tradition just beginning, but one that she loved. She liked being the only pup with a raven so far, but Edgar was so wonderful she was even more excited for her siblings to form a similar bond with birds of their own. The piebald raven sat patiently on his mistress’ hips, her shoulders were a bit thin to get a good purchase on quite yet. While he should have been practising his flying the two of them had been patrolling the rapids all day. Poem couldn’t get enough of walking the border of their home. Soon she was going to ask again to be allowed beyond the rapids. This time she would be serious. She had been taking her lesson seriously, and had been doing so well at staying out of trouble. She and her siblings deserved to explore the rest of the packlands. Thoughts of the future played over in her head as she and her new companion continued to walk, unaware of any company at the moment. However young though, Edgar was a good spotter. ”Poem,” he fluttered nervously, ”Someone is out there.” |
