Orphaned... (Open)

Kuvvet

I yipped to my two siblings. At least, I thought there were two... I had lost track. There had been six to start, but I wasn't sure if the others had followed me or not. I wasn't even sure if I was alone or not anymore. My sides were thin, and my black fur was ragged. One of my ears was torn and bloody; I'd gotten into a fight with a wood-rat - nasty creatures, those were. Behind me, I heard an answering yip. That had to be Voyance. He was always right next to me when I needed him, it seemed. I felt another pup touch my shoulder; the mute wolf Kono, her grey fur somehow pristine, even after all we'd been through. Now, finally, we'd made it back home to the place of our mother's pack.

Hopefully they were still here.

Looking to the silvery male-pup beside me, I nodded slightly. We both raised our small heads, and, calling on our last bit of strength, howled, a sorrowful, thin cry. Hoepfully, I thought, someone would find us soon. Otherwise, I knew, even I would be beyond hope. Beside me, Voyance had already sunk to the ground, her soft grey head lying heavily on her oversized paws. Kono culred up next to her, trying to keep her warm. Finally, I laid down with them, my fluffy tail covering them both, my thin body circling them halfway. Despite my size though (for I was nearly as large as a full-grown wolf now) I was only a pup, two months old, by my own estimate.

Quietly, I fell asleep as well; if I was to die today, at least I would die with what was left of my known pack.

(OOC: Hey Phantom, you still haven't made your three pups from Snow Dawn. Just reminding you.)

Toralon

I heard the voice of my red-hued mate calling to me from the den. I snapped a fish out of the water, then ran back, my prey clamped firmly in my mouth, still twitching a bit. As I headed towards the pack, I spotted a small bundle of fur, and stopped in front of it, recognizing the shapes of three puppies. I dropped my fish, my hunger forgotten. My pack would always be first. I nudged the largest of the three pups, a black female awake. Her ribs showed through her ragged fur, and a deep gash in her ear was white with infection. She barked silently though, her mouth entirely dry. I picked up the other two pups, who feebly tried to rise, in my mouth, and loped to Nashira, trying not to jostle the little ones.

When I came to her, I saw three more pups, one who had the shining coat of my own mother. Suddenly I realized that through the smell of unwashed fur, the three pups I had found bore the scent of Snow Dawn as well. And something else.

Blood.

I set the two pups down, their silver and grey legs struggling to keep them upright, before collapsing beneath me. Behind me, the black pup came forward, and licked the ear of the shining white female pup, before lying down again.

"I'll find Modet," I said to Nashira, agreeing completely. "Keep them safe, my dear." I said quietly, licking her soft cheek gently before turning and moving through the coastal sands, breaking into a run when I was farther away.

"Modet," I said, coming upon my father's home. "Come quickly, Snow Dawn's pups have come." I finished, knowing that the wolf leader would hear me.