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Kansas couldn't believe he was three years old already. Time passed so quickly because so much had happened, one thing right after the other. He liked it that way, remembering the dull months he had spent away as a teenager and how languid and gruesome he had felt throughout. To him, it was better to live an eventful life; there was more fruitful meaning to be reaped. Still, the realization that he was perhaps a quarter of the way done with this life was like a slap in the face. It seemed only days ago that he had been a shy, stupid little boy following his father around the pack lands of Storm. Now he was so much different from that — and yet, in many ways he was the same. It was all very confusing to him. The Sadira autonomously searched his mind for other thoughts, and decided that he needed to busy himself somehow.
His belly and chest were exposed as he rested on the couch, front paws loosely dangling at his chest. In a deft motion the wolf was on all fours on the floor beside the sofa, and he shook out the jitters that came with deep reflection. The room spun as he did so, righting itself as he began to head towards the front door. He opened it with a practiced paw and peered into the landscape beyond the Manor, his nose twitching for a scent of anyone about. It was midafternoon and prime time for napping, and he wasn't surprised to find the aroma of no one. The idea of a nap was so very appealing, but he had proven to himself that he was unable to clear his mind enough for the privilege of sleep. He looked towards the orchard, expecting to see his or Anu's pups romping there. Instead of children, however, the orchard was occupied by a monstrous beast, tall and strange like some mysterious sentinel. Kansas wagged his tail and shifted quickly right on the porch before jogging towards the orchard. Lexington nickered in greeting, snuffing into his master's shoulder as the snowy wolf scratched the side of his neck. Kansas was distracted by their cold breath as it interwove in magical silvery tendrils, his fingers absently combing the unicorn's dark blue mane.
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