by |Draft| » Sun Jan 16, 2011 2:09 pm
(Oh, okay! Will begin now.)
Blue paced around the camp, agitated. She had been plagued with nightmares the past few nights; nightmares of fire, nightmares of wolves taking the camp, nightmares of..... Of her family's death. She cringed as she remembered the whole scene; her family sliding into the river, Blue screaming as her mother threw her onto the riverbank just before she plunged into the water and over the waterfall, down, down, down onto sharp rocks below...
Fenrir sat in the wolves' camp, yawning and scratching his ear with his left hindpaw. He had had a pretty good day so far; a successful hunt, a nice nap... But he was lonely. He had not spoken to anyone in his new pack yet, and had a horrible feeling he would mess up if he did. But he knew he would have to some time, and if he messed up, oh well. It wouldn't matter in the long run, would it?
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|Draft| on Sun Jan 16, 2011 2:13 pm, edited 1 time in total.
I really fear
That love, my dear,
Is very hard to find.
And while I've been searching for it,
I think I've lost my mind.