The pup seemed to be the last of the ones with mom. Her body was getting progressively colder and colder…and it only got even colder as his siblings left. The pup whimpered. His slate grey body with accents of auburn and grey shivered. It seemed like forever until some wandering adult had picked him up. Where was he going? Once again, it seemed like forever, and it definitely was getting colder. But there was a familiar smell…was one of his siblings here already? Despite not being able to see because of being a newborn and not hearing all too well, his sense of smell was impeccable. A few weeks had passed as he grew to the age to finally walk and talk. Who had been his savior? That he did not know. And where was his brother he smelled? Mori wandered out into the cold, out of the den that was his “home” for the past few weeks. This caretaker, Mori couldn’t quite tell if they cared for his wellbeing or not. His bright violet eyes scanned the snowly landscape, his emerald wings sticking out like a sore thumb in contrast to the pure white snow. Mori let out a call. ”Helloooooo?” His tiny paws continued to wander in the snow. Actions & Words.
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