12-20-2008, 05:10 PM
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He'd gotten lost again, at least sort of. Salem had decided rather surreptitiously that he was going to go and find Haven, who had ventured off earlier to explore and had started out without much consideration to the weather, who knew, or who cared. Everyone was busy once again doing their own little things, so that left him to wander aimlessly. Despite the snow that had fallen, the worn in paths made by the rest of the pack were there, so he technically couldn't have gotten too lost in the middle of it, but he did when no distinguishable markers stood out to him.
So he decided that he'd keep going… until he hit that same patch along the borders. Memories of what had happened the last time he was there surfaced easily, but there were no signs of that fiery-coloured woman that had been so mean towards him. In fact, he didn't really see anyone, though he wasn't exactly taller than the drifts of snow around him. At best, Salem was nothing more than a furry pair of ears at the borders. But sure enough, as he stood there, he heard slow footsteps coming from somewhere around him, and he frantically turned in a circle to figure out from which direction before running out a bit further to see who it was.
He totally expected it to be his mother when he peered through the forestry, but it wasn't her figure or tall form that he picked up. It took him a moment to realise that he wasn't running out towards his mother, or his other mother, or someone that he knew in the slightest at all. His mother wasn't a reddish colour, so his brain hit the brakes and the boy slipped to an abrupt stop, tensing with mixed emotions that he had just run out to greet the wrong person. With his eyes locked squarely on the three-legged, awkwardly standing fellow that he had never seen before, he couldn't even stammer out a squeak to him.
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So he decided that he'd keep going… until he hit that same patch along the borders. Memories of what had happened the last time he was there surfaced easily, but there were no signs of that fiery-coloured woman that had been so mean towards him. In fact, he didn't really see anyone, though he wasn't exactly taller than the drifts of snow around him. At best, Salem was nothing more than a furry pair of ears at the borders. But sure enough, as he stood there, he heard slow footsteps coming from somewhere around him, and he frantically turned in a circle to figure out from which direction before running out a bit further to see who it was.
He totally expected it to be his mother when he peered through the forestry, but it wasn't her figure or tall form that he picked up. It took him a moment to realise that he wasn't running out towards his mother, or his other mother, or someone that he knew in the slightest at all. His mother wasn't a reddish colour, so his brain hit the brakes and the boy slipped to an abrupt stop, tensing with mixed emotions that he had just run out to greet the wrong person. With his eyes locked squarely on the three-legged, awkwardly standing fellow that he had never seen before, he couldn't even stammer out a squeak to him.