Family
Apr 19, 2017 16:20:41 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2017 16:20:41 GMT -5
Patrick:
The short and very young he-pup made his way determinedly to the border of Secluded Sunrise. He was green, mustered yellow, and slate. His orange eyes glistened, but his rumbling stomach voiced that he was hungry. Pat was less then pleased. He was only here because half of his family -in his eyes his only family- were here. His sisters.
Pat was not a big wolf. He was actually a very small wolf. He was smaller then almost any other male pup his age. This was rubbed in by the fact he had spent all his life among adults, never other pups. He felt especially small. Pat was, however, a very sturdy wolf. He made up for his height in width. He was wide, he had a impression of power and muscle, and he looked hard to knock over. His paws were big too, adding to the impression of sturdiness.
Back to the point, why he was there. Patrick felt like his only family were the sisters he had never known. His father had never truly loved Pat, only what he meant. That his legacy was insured. Pat's mother had left him in a den, and only ever come really into his life to tell him that he had two sisters. Once that bomb was dropped, there was no reversing. Pat had left earlier that day. Now he was headed to Secluded Sunrise to see if his sisters were actually there. He barely knew their names, Exspence and Lisanna.
Pat stopped at the edge of a sent boundary. Beyond that, birds were singing and it felt alive. He felt wonder for this place rise in him, the smells of life and... Food. There was food in there, safety. He took a step over the border, cocking his head and sniffing. Still, his nose was clouded with the sent of dank and wet. Taking a few more steps, all four large paws were in Secluded Sunrise territory. The smell of Frigid Plague was already wearing off. Looking around, he realized he had no clue how to get anyone's attention. He had never had to, being born in a pack.
So he sat down, in a very puupy-ish way. He asked, "Hello? Anyone out there?" over and over. Hoping for a response from someone he couldn't see.
The short and very young he-pup made his way determinedly to the border of Secluded Sunrise. He was green, mustered yellow, and slate. His orange eyes glistened, but his rumbling stomach voiced that he was hungry. Pat was less then pleased. He was only here because half of his family -in his eyes his only family- were here. His sisters.
Pat was not a big wolf. He was actually a very small wolf. He was smaller then almost any other male pup his age. This was rubbed in by the fact he had spent all his life among adults, never other pups. He felt especially small. Pat was, however, a very sturdy wolf. He made up for his height in width. He was wide, he had a impression of power and muscle, and he looked hard to knock over. His paws were big too, adding to the impression of sturdiness.
Back to the point, why he was there. Patrick felt like his only family were the sisters he had never known. His father had never truly loved Pat, only what he meant. That his legacy was insured. Pat's mother had left him in a den, and only ever come really into his life to tell him that he had two sisters. Once that bomb was dropped, there was no reversing. Pat had left earlier that day. Now he was headed to Secluded Sunrise to see if his sisters were actually there. He barely knew their names, Exspence and Lisanna.
Pat stopped at the edge of a sent boundary. Beyond that, birds were singing and it felt alive. He felt wonder for this place rise in him, the smells of life and... Food. There was food in there, safety. He took a step over the border, cocking his head and sniffing. Still, his nose was clouded with the sent of dank and wet. Taking a few more steps, all four large paws were in Secluded Sunrise territory. The smell of Frigid Plague was already wearing off. Looking around, he realized he had no clue how to get anyone's attention. He had never had to, being born in a pack.
So he sat down, in a very puupy-ish way. He asked, "Hello? Anyone out there?" over and over. Hoping for a response from someone he couldn't see.