The events leading to his separation of his siblings was a confusing and upsetting time. In fact, his whole life so far had been confusing and upsetting. The journey that none of the Stormbringers could remember, the tragic maiming of Gideon and the ultimate death of their mother was a memory that was hazy and clouded with misunderstanding, but present none the less. The dizzying shuffle back and forth between Aunt and Father, before the parental figure decided his children would be better off away from the place that had been the end of their mother. The fates disagreed with him entirely- Gideon refused to join them in their migration back to their fathers homeland. Saul had stayed with the majority of his siblings, reasoning that they needed him more than Gideon did. As the eldest, he felt personally responsible for the care of his siblings. They had been travelling for a few weeks when the storm hit. It was chaos, Ascher terrified and getting caught in their fathers tail coat, Shiloh teasing their youngest brother for this reaction. One thing lead to another and before their dearly doting daddy could blink, Saul and Shiloh were ripped from his grasp and incidentally from each other. Such is the tradegy of this story.
The morning after the storm had been horrific for the eldest Stormbringer. He couldn't find his brother or sister, his father gone from his sites. It was the only time Saul had broken down, cried all day until he couldn't breathe and the salt had crusted his dark muzzle. He fallen asleep where he had awoken, his mind in turmoil and his belly painfully empty. His next few days of being a lone puppy were spent haplessly chasing rabbits to fill his stomach. It hadn't worked. His stomach instead got very used to the idea of vegetation and its nutritional value. It was during these early discoveries that Saul turned himself around, figuring he might as well search out Gideon. He was safe and secure, perhaps Saul could get in on this deal. He had been very weak at first, but the weeks following taught him many things about survival. He managed to catch rabbits and a bird on one occasion. Oddly, he still suplimented this meat with herbs and vegetation.
A coal black nose twitched with feocity as the stench of the city rose up to meet him. It had been months since he had been here, too young to remember much. But he knew where his brother would be, knew roughly where the borders were. His coat was practically unrecognisable from his darker coat. Creams and black and greys and browns converged to make him look like a typical timber wolf- cream underneath and a mixture of brown and grey on top. His face held a typical dark mask. The one aspect that had not changed was those emerald green eyes that looked older than before. Although Saul was just six months, he had had to grow up fast. Stick thin body moved awkwardly at first as his growing body wound its way towards his pack, towards Gideon. He allowed a soft smile to break up the pinched aspect of his mouth. It was blindingly obvious how bad the young male had had out on his own- his ribs protruded from his body, he was more angles than curved. But he'd survived, hadn't he?
His nose told him where to stop, fatigue pushed him to the ground. He was exhausted, famined and desperate. This was perhaps the lowest Saul had got since his first day on his own. His stomach was in turmoil as he turned moistened eyes towards the sky. They didn't recognise what the weather was like, his vision was too blurry. A huff escaped his puppy body before he dragged in a deep breath and let out a squeeling howl that was half bark and half wobbling call. Perhaps they would be merciful. Tired head lolled against cramped up legs, a cool wind battering against him. He was looking rather worse for wares it must be said.
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It was the cold wind that had carried his voice to her. Bris had been out near Flander's Field, on a soul-searching trip to visit her sister's grave. So much had happened in the past few weeks that the white woman found herself in need of guidance. Kol's ghost was a silent ear to Bris' trouble, the cold stone grave marker an empty reminder of how much Bris longed for her sister's advice. But the only voice that offered the younger Stormbringer any guidance was that of the wind, bringing with it something hauntingly familiar in its own right.
White ears had twitched atop Bris' head, her eyes turning immediately in the direction of the sound. The sky was overcast, the wildly turning wind indicating that a storm was drawing near. Yet on that wind, when it would blow from the southwest, rose a familiar scent along with the eerie howl. As soon as the scent hit her nose, Bris was on her humanoid feet, throwing her satchel around to her back so as not to throw her off balance. Concern and elation both drove her into a ground-eating run, her legs pumping to get Bris to the border as quickly as possible.
When she arrived, the Dahlian could hardly believe her eyes. The scent was the same, the coat colors the same, but the male that lay exhausted on the ground before her looked far less healthy than the last time she'd layed eyes on him. Worry wrapped the woman's stomach into a tightly-clenched knot as she ran over, dropping to her knees and taking the half-grown male into her arms in a gentle embrace. "Saul! Saul, what happened to you? I thought you were all with Drey!" Tears threatened to spill from the white shewolf's eyes, but she held them back. Everything would turn out alright. Saul was here, he was alive, though badly in need of some rest and definitely in need of some good food. Bris could find out the details of what had happened in her nephew's missing months after she'd at least gotten him awake and back to the house.
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It was tempting to allow sleep to overcome him, to allow his eyes to slide over his scratchy eyeballs as his mind slipped into bliss. It would be so easy, so simply to just let go. Odd as it was, he did not allow himself this pleasure. It was strange to think that a pup who was only halfway grown could discipline himself in such a thing as sleep. Still, Saul was a calm, rational being and he knew that falling asleep now was not a good idea. Not only were there the dangers of sleeping wild at a packs borders, but he needed to speak to the Alpha, whose name slipped his mind. A soft, healing scar on his right leg was evidence that his exhaustion had led him down the path of violence before. A soft shiver wracked his fragile-looking body as he thought back to the wolverine who had taken a disliking to the pup that had collapsed near his home. Saul wore the scar to prove that sleep was supposed to be reserved for safer places.
Emerald eyes twitched upward as a white figure came intop veiw. Taller than he be so much that he would have been frightened. But he recognised her, even in her optime form. Saul was unsure if he had ever actually seen Bris in her optime form before this, but there was a deep sense of knowing that hit him. He recognised her even when she looked so different. His body sagged as she lifted him from the floor. His head lolled back, exhaustion making it impossible for him to support his own head. He wanted to curl against he plush white fur, but held himself back. He would not be weak, he didn't need anyone to look after him. Saul considered telling his aunt to put him down, but his legs quaked at the thought. For the second time since he was seperated from his family, he succumbed to weakness.
“We got seperated Aunty Bris. There wus... There was a big storm an' we got spit up. I ate plants”
His last statement was said with such pitiful sorrow that it was severly out of charater for the eldest Stormbringer child. He was supposed to be strong, the calm and strong leader to look after his brothers and sister. Laying limp in his aunts arms at that moment, he felt far from calm or strong. In fact, he felt very little. Emerald eyes strained up to see his aunt more, questions brimming on his lips. He needed to know if Gideon was okay, if Ascher and Shiloh had had the sense to make their way back here, their way back to safety. Instead, he said something just as equally out of character than his previous statement.
“I missed you Aunty Bris”
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Bris was incredibly thankful that she'd already been shifted when she'd found him. Her much larger, stronger form allowed her to cradle the overgrown pup gently, supporting him in his obvious exhaustion. The older Stormbringer clenched her jaw as her nephew spoke. Saul was safe now, and Bris would see to his recovery, but what about Shiloh and Ascher? The white woman hadn't been back to her Victorian home since the Soul pups' last feeding, and she didn't even know that the other, more timid Stormbringer brother had also been found. Saul had always been the one to look after the others, especially the smallest brother, so how were they fairing without him? And what about Drey? Was he lost, or worse, as well?
"It's ok Saul, we'll get you back to your old self in no time. There's plenty of good food and a nice warm bed waiting for you back at the house. Conor will give a looking over, and Giddy will be overjoyed to see you. I know I am." She smiled down at the weakened pup warmly, still holding back the tears of both joy and heartache that wanted to spill from her mismatched eyes. Things were going to be fine, Bris would make sure of it.
As if to remind the pair that they were still a good ways out from the town of Wolfville, the wind whipped wildly around their forms, its cold cutting right through Bris' fur to her skin. A quick glance told the Stormbringer that a tempest was on the way, and she smiled down at her tawny nephew as she gathered her legs beneath her. Rising to her feet, the half-grown pup still cradled securely in her arms, Bris began the trek back home to the oversized Victorian house she shared with so many others. "I missed you too Saul, so much. I'm sorry we ever thought taking you away from Dahlia was the better decision. Welcome home, Green-eyes. I think you and Giddy will have a lot of catching up to do." The white woman smiled in amusement at her last sentence. She'd let the black Stormbringer boy explain "his" puppies to his elder brother himself.
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He could tell that he was fading quickly. His two months alone had taught him a lot about his body, and he knew he was going to fall asleep soon. He wondered briefly whether his Aunt Bris would just take him home, to see Gideon and to fall asleep in a nice, comfy, safe place. But surely the alpha would be mad if Bris just bought someone back? These questions rang rings around his mind for a moment, worry painting his face. He wasnt the type to just take and give nothing back. He worried constantly about seeming rude or ungrateful. But at this moment, he just needed to sleep. And when he woke up, he would take his bath and go for his run. This routine had slipped easily into Saul, taking hold of him in its hard grip and refusing to let go. It was strange that he enjoyed this routine, he was not a slave to it as he would perhaps grow to be. Cinnamon-backed ears perked as his aunts soothing words cut through his internal fussing. A soft smile traced his lips before he glanced up at Bris.
"Que, Aunt Bris. I hope Gideon's okay..."
He thanked her, although his voice was rough it managed to maintain a tender note when he spoke of his younger brother. It was one of the things that could be said about Saul- he loved his siblings more than anything in the world. His stomach jolted at his aunts movements and the young male panicked for a moment. He had never been this far off the ground and his stomach flipped nervously. If there was anything in there, he would have thrown it up on his aunts beautiful white coat. For the first time in his life, Saul was sorely glad he was starving. There was no excuse for throwing up on someone. Still, his aunt grew still, her voice vibrating off of him as she told him what he had been waiting for.
"S'okay Aunt Bris. We're home now..."
Were his finaly words before the swaying motion of his aunt overrided his need to stay away. A mighty yawn stretched his jaw, ending in an adorable squeek. Saul was supposed to be the strong one, but right now he looked ver vulnerable. Tucking his tawny head into the crook of his aunts arm, Saul let her swaying movements lull him into sleep. He would wake up in a strange bed tomorrow and everything would be thrown upside down.
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