His days were all filled with just meditation in this new, cold forest. He was used to warmth, and yet he somehow decided a snowy under-mountain forest was the best pack for him. He didn't care much for anything other than finding his son. He wanted to make everything right, to talk to him. He wanted to find him and make peace with never being there for him. Would he ever forgive his own father for doing the same if he were in Redds shoes though?
He sighed, his night sky like eyes blinked slowly as he waltzed out of his den. It was slightly warmer today. He sat out in the sun, the clouded coat he had grown used to at this point showed no sign of clearing up. He honestly didn't know how he was supposed to look, this new Bloodline he possessed was terrifying to him. His red pelt was gone, and now he just looked grey. It was almost as if his pelt was alive, moving. He sighed again and continued on a quiet walk as he did every morning.
He didn't get very far before his star clustered eyes were brought to another wolf - His Queen. “Kto tam? Who’s there?” He cleared his throat, his clouded grey head bowed to her and his ears went flat against his head. "It's just me, my Queen. It's Alistair." As he lifted his head, he cocked it to the side. "Why are you making it rain on yourself?"
"I'm not afraid of the fall!" Love |
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