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 Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 2:14 pm
She ran and ran, their howling filled the air and above her, so clear and bright, was Mother Moon. All around her, she could see her pack crowding close as their paws thundered along the ground and they howled, creating a discordant harmony that made their numbers seem infinitely large. Their voices filled the air and every breath she took was icy and it burned pleasantly in her lungs. Each breath in and out filled her with life and with each invigorating step, the pack ran faster and faster. She never wanted to stop. The need to run had infected the entire pack and she couldn't resist. All she could do was run and run, laughing and howling as she did, sending the calls to Mother Moon and her pack and all the creatures of the forest spiraling up in puffs of icy breath. A rock loomed in front of the pack and each wolf who approached it flew easily over it, landing on sturdy paws on the other side to continue running. It was right in front of her and she coiled the muscles in her leg. Time to soar. She took a flying leap-
And woke up.
She drew in a sharp breath of cool, but not icy, water logged air and it didn't burn, it sunk into her lungs. She let out a shuddering breath. She had barely moved since her birth, but in her dreams she had long limbs and steady paws with a guiding tail. Out of them, she lay on the ground, blind.
Her eyes were closed, sealed shut by youth, and as she huddled in the cooler air that she knew spoke of the night that had filled her dreams, her legs ached to stretch out and run. She managed to drag herself several stumbling moves before collapsing back into the folded position that she had tumbled into the world in. Shivering, her entire body was shaken by the small tremors running along her body. Somewhere close by there was another source of heat, so close, so close. She couldn't even cry out to draw the heat closer though she wanted to. The best she could manage was a small yip, barely a squeak. This place, this slightly warmer, damper place, this- this- this swamp, it was warmer, but under the watchful gaze of Mother Moon it was still too cold for her puppy pelt. With a soft whimper side, she tensed her legs and attempted to push, shuffle drag herself closer, closer, closer still.
It seemed like an eternity before she bumped into the source of warmth, fur not quite so plush as hers, but still warm and that was all that mattered. Pack mate, the scent whispered to her. This source of warmth, pack, sisterbroth, Moon Child, family. With that, she sighed, content, and sunk into the half-dreaming state that Mother Moon lulled her into, listening to the sound of a thousand paws thundering in her ears.
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2012 7:56 pm
The wolf and the storm. She found those images playing over and over in her mind, had since even before her sac broke open, once more. She saw and she felt and she was. It was peaceful and safe -- home -- and then the world was severed around her with a flash of lightning.
She woke with a jolt. A stroke of her thin-coated fur ruffled down her spine and she found herself shivering. The world beyond her blindness was darkness now and still she could do little more than stretch her small body. Only once had she tried to stand and it had ended with her stumbling forward, falling into a heap and into exhaustion. She was young and fragile and she did all she could: a meek whine that cried out in protest. She lifted her head and pulled in air through her nose -- a body made of thicker pelt knocked into her own.
Her thin ears swiveled back and she jerked on instinct before the warmth set in. She pressed her nose into the other foal's cheek and inhaled. The scent was her sisterbrother. This was her litter mate. Her sibling. Her pack.
It was with thoughts of thick fur and a running pack that she felt her head droop. Unlike the other foal, she did not drift back to sleep. Instead she placed her head atop her sister's and tried to get warm and give warmth in return. Eventually though her eyes did close and she dozed lightly.
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