The name did not ring any bells for the young male, but he assured himself that one day he would meet him. It was an admirable calling. Augustus could see no happier life than one on four legs, and commended the mysterious Shandom for his choice. Perhaps, I will meet him some day? He said, half in thought. His tail swayed at the prospect and his eyes drifted in the direction of the border. He wondered just where he could have gone. There was no place for wolves like them in this world it seemed, and Augustus was not the only one who had realized it. He felt better for being so uneasy here knowing he'd not been the only one. Shandom, you say his name was? He wanted to be sure of it, in case he ever found himself running in to him. He felt compelled to find this one, for perhaps he knew something Augustus hadn’t himself.
Of course I know. He announced defensively. He simply hadn’t grown up in an ideal situation where play was encouraged. It also helped that besides his brother, there were no other pups for him to play with; and Augustus knew just how brief his brother’s life had been. He straightened, eyeing her carefully in case she tried to catch him unawares. He braced himself, widening his stance and anchoring all four paws to the ground. He lowered his head in case she aimed a leap at him, in which case he’d be able to deflect it, and send her hurtling instead. It felt odd to him, as there was a side he’d never shown to anyone save one. She had been like a dream, the deep chocolate female with the yellow and blue eyes. Their time together certainly resembled it. For a moment he let his guard down, wondering after her mysterious disappearance. Would he see her again?
It was night and fog loomed thickly in the air. He stood half submerged in the stream bed, dripping, but happy. He’d been content in its crystalline waters. They soothed his soul from its former distress, and then he saw two luminous orbs in the distance. The fog parted from around her figure and revealed to him a dark chocolate wolfess, very near to his own age. He remembered calling to her, and her immediate uncertainty which died away after he shook the water from his pelt and onto her. The game that ensued, the playful licks stolen, the seductive smiles. He’d been all charm then, young, strong, and alive with desire. The scene played again before his eyes. And he was lost to the world, to the coy wolf before him; to memory.
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