His father had been adamant. The yearling colt needed some time away from his twin to ~think his own thought~ and his father was not someone it was good to say no to. Not that he had tried defying the man...ever... but his knack for reading minds had given him a glimpse of what may happen to a disobedient son.
So, he had followed. With his head low and tail lower he trailed behind his brute of a father, silent as smoke.
After what seemed like ages the Tephrans near the gathering place, and in an effort to make himself smaller the brindle colt shift, leaving an adolescent wolf in his place. Levi suddenly halts, growling that they have arrived with a sharp nod in the direction of a clearing, and Firen's stomach begins to twist in knots as he realizes he is on his own from here on out.
He thinks he may have to squat and do his wolfy business or puke, he isn't sure.
But from this low place just above the leaves and spring weeds, the brindle yearling slinks to a hollowed out tree instead. Once inside the dark den, he feels slightly more at ease. The playground appeared to be empty and he takes a moment to run his snout across each surface of the small cavity, satisfied that no others have been here recently.
Spinning once for good luck, he settles onto his haunches with a huff. Now the waiting game began. He just had to stay here, hidden, until he felt the thoughts of her father nearing - then they could return home to mother and sister where they belonged.
@[Venge] and whoever else would like to join!
So, he had followed. With his head low and tail lower he trailed behind his brute of a father, silent as smoke.
After what seemed like ages the Tephrans near the gathering place, and in an effort to make himself smaller the brindle colt shift, leaving an adolescent wolf in his place. Levi suddenly halts, growling that they have arrived with a sharp nod in the direction of a clearing, and Firen's stomach begins to twist in knots as he realizes he is on his own from here on out.
He thinks he may have to squat and do his wolfy business or puke, he isn't sure.
But from this low place just above the leaves and spring weeds, the brindle yearling slinks to a hollowed out tree instead. Once inside the dark den, he feels slightly more at ease. The playground appeared to be empty and he takes a moment to run his snout across each surface of the small cavity, satisfied that no others have been here recently.
Spinning once for good luck, he settles onto his haunches with a huff. Now the waiting game began. He just had to stay here, hidden, until he felt the thoughts of her father nearing - then they could return home to mother and sister where they belonged.
@[Venge] and whoever else would like to join!
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