It's a cinch
He huffed, sitting with his tail curled around his paws. Lifting his snout in a soft growl he was frustrated. Seven had never been alone in his life. He'd been born and raised with groups of wolves as a loner with no master he was lost. Masterless... he may as well be useless. Seven's paws dug into the dirt then his emotions overflowing within him. Letting out a howl it was filled with lonesome tones. It may have alerted nearby wolves but Seven didn't care.
I can hear my heart is whispering
She didn’t even know how long had passed since she had fled her birth lands, or how far she had managed to get. All Amondi knew was winter had come upon her suddenly, taking her by surprise and she was alone, so very alone. Amondi had been alone before she supposed, but never longer than a day at most, if that. The loneliness she felt was suffocating almost like being stuck deep within a cave with no visible exit, nothing but darkness.
It certainly didn’t help that in an attempt to escape from the thick falling snow she had fled into woods that had seemed unthreatening from the outside. Now as Amondi carefully picked her way through the dense underbrush, she thought that she might have been better off in the snow. The fog hung almost perfectly still, as if the cold air had frozen the moisture solid making the world completely silent, sucking every sound into the crystals. It swirled around the woman as she moved, clung to her chocolate coloured pelt, before settling back into place effectively erasing any sign she had passed.
Could you go fog blind? She had heard of snow blindness, could fog cause the same thing? Amondi could still see, but it was like everything was the same, the same fog, the same trees, the same undergrowth. She was going to go crazy, she just knew it.
The howl cut through the silence like a hot knife through butter. Every part of the woman’s body froze in pure shock, fear sending frozen water shivers down her spine. It took almost a full minute for Amondi to recognize that this wasn’t someone she knew hunting her down, it was the haunting song of loneliness of a complete stranger. She wanted to call back, match the tone, but it was too risky. Instead she changed course and head towards the direction the call had come from.
Amondi had almost given up on finding the caller, she had been walking for some time without another sound and no sign she was going the right way. Fog blind. Fog blind. Fog blind. The thought nagged at her, had she already lost her mind and just imagined the howl as something that she had wanted to hear? Then a figure of a silhouette appeared between the trees, the closer she got the more he came into view.
”Hello.”
Baby, are you listening?
His thoughts broke when a stranger whispered through the fog. Seven's head whipped around ears twitching as he sought out the owner of the noise. A female came crawling through into his line of sight. The slave tilted his head to the side in curiosity. Now that he was alone there really wasn't anything for him to do. There was no master telling him what time he had to be home at. For many this would be.... freedom. Seven didn't like it. He shook his head, snorting to himself before he crawled closer. Submissively he settled his tail between his legs.
Unsure of how the stranger would react though, Seven made sure he was pressed against his belly. The already small boy giving a smile as he panted suddenly wagging his tail. A new master maybe?! Excitement wriggled its way into his heart. Swallowing quickly he shot off into the fog. Eyes darting around he found a small vole, killing it swiftly before bringing it to the lady. Wagging his tail furiously he whined nuzzling the new piece of prey towards the wolf who had decided to give him a hello.