5/19/2025, 10:42 PM
seven months |
Surviving on his own wasn't hard. Other than the loneliness, it wasn't half-bad. He hunted to feed himself regularly, he tracked down sources of fresh water, he ran his nose across his lanky, growing frame to ensure he had not stepped on any thorns or opened a fresh wound anywhere he would fail to notice. The self-sufficiency made him feel accomplished and self-assured, which served as just barely good enough to mask the emptiness yawning inside his ribcage.
His paws crushed sweet-smelling prairie grasses beneath their pads as the boy walked, idly expanding his knowledge of the surrounding area without much scheming behind it. Movement caught his mosaiced gaze, and the chimera stopped cold to scowl suspiciously at the figure. It was small, and he thought it was a very strange-colored fawn or fox kit, before he realized it was a silver-y she-wolf. She was ungainly with youth like himself, darkening to sable at her extremities.
He didn't want to go sticking his nose where it'd get bit off, but he also hadn't seen anyone in...a while. Certainly not anyone his own age.
The boy whuffed gruffly as greeting, narrowing his gaze suspiciously at the she-wolf. His tail curved, sickle-like, at his hips, but he couldn't mask the curious tilt to his crown.
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