Hold On Tight

Scorpius D'Angelo · 12-12-2010, 04:36 PM

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For Saul, Naniko and Melee <3 I am imagining he made it to Oberon's Spring, I just did not say that specifically in the post since he wouldn't know what to call it! Let the fun begin ^_^ Ooh almost forgot to note, we are dating this thread as December 13! WC 500+

The little D’Angelo pup watched dawn creep up as the sun slowly began to peek over the Dahlian horizon. The pair of pups had made it across most of Whisper Beach by the time the sun began to rise but the beautiful sight of the rosy daybreak and snow spattered beach was lost on the boy. This was the longest he had ever spent away from the warmth of his mother, and he was regretting his brash decision the day before to run off and play without heeding her boundaries. Yesterday had started off promising with it’s array of new sights, sounds, and scents, but after hours of exploration and play, the pup started to realize the dilemma he was in. His stomach had begun to rumble wildly and he did not know how to find his way back home. For a while he tried to follow the scent trail his markings had left, but he had wandered miles away from Anathema, and his untrained senses could not guide him back home, so he did the next best thing he could think of and followed little Melee back to her homelands.

Together they had talked, played, and napped, and by now Scorpius’s energy was waning. There was a feeling in the pit of his stomach, an unsettling feeling that was different than the hunger he felt. As he padded along in silence all he could think about was his mother, and how he yearned for her comfort. His paws ached, he was cold (although sometimes keeping by the other cub helped matters), he was thirsty, and he was pretty sure his stomach was beginning to eat him from the inside. On top of it all, he had just faithfully followed another pup into alien territory, a place that reeked of strange canines. It all had him a little on edge, and the fur on the back of his neck prickled with anxiety.

The young coal colored pup followed the earthen hued Dahlian girl until his paws would tread in the snow no longer, then he started to whine. “Don’t you have a home someplace around here?” Despite the instinctive uneasiness of being in another pack’s territory, the pup did not know that wandering up to unfamiliar adults may prove hazardous to his health.

His ears swiveled as the sound of gently trickling water trailed through the air. He perked up, lifting his head while his little nose worked to confirm the presence of a stream, though he could discern nothing what with the hindrance of the snow. He pranced towards the sound, leaving the beach and entering a thicket of frosted woods. He soon found the stream he was looking for, though the water was covered with a thin sheet of ice to a few feet out. He was at the banks at once and just about to drop his weight on the thin ice when he heart it crack beneath his paws. He whimpered and stepped back. He wanted to get out to get a drink of water, but his guts screamed at him to stay off of the slick surface. He dropped his haunches to the ground and curled his tail around his legs for warmth.

Then it suddenly occurred to him... the snow and the water smelled the same. He lowered his muzzle and sampled the blanket beneath his paws, and he was pleased to find that crunching the ice chips relieved his thirst, though his mouth was soon numb.

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