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^^ Yay! Post dated as after being in CdM
Aro had enough of the cold, he was coming home. He had been through way too much of it, and he found out quickly he hated the cold. He had gone down to his birthday form as it held heat better than being in his two-legged form. The snow was coming down hard, now, was this what a blizzard was? He didn't know but what he did know was he missed his mother, and his father, but mostly his mother. He remembered snuggling up to her warm fur and smelling that comforting scent that came off her. Getting him to admit this love for his mother would be like pulling teeth. He wouldn't admit it, or let onto it. The tuxedo youth loved his mother, and looked up to his father like a hero. He was still a child at heart, and it would take hell to make him loose the child like innocents that seemed to hang in his heart. The wind cut into his face, and for a moment he froze just feet from the border of Crimson, ears pasted back. Ah! Stupid cold! His mind screamed.
Finally the wind let up and he began to move again, frost hung on his coat, and collected snow. It surprised him how it just stuck onto his coat and layered, and yet he didn't seem to feel it. The only spot that didn't hold snow on his body was where the back was. It laid on his back, and it certainly was an odd sight for a wolf to hold a pack like this, but it probably wasn't the first time a wolf, or any canine had a pack on in lupus form. Aro crossed the border and he could feel his heart pick up pace with the excitement that soon he'd be at the manor, and soon be with his family. He almost wondered where his sister was anymore. It had been a long time since last they'd hung out, or talked for that matter. He also wondered about his new siblings he had yet to really get to know. How big were they now? He was so curious about what was going on with his family. How long was he gone anyway? It couldn't have been that long. Was it even a full month? It was fall when he left, the leaves were all colorful, and now there was none, just cold air, snow, and ice.
The snow and ice covered male stood in front of his home. He stood tall, ears completely perked as his oceanic sky blue eyes stared at the doors. He licked his lips and began to shift into a form more suited for doors. He wondered where everyone would be. Would his father be patrolling the borders? Where would the pups be? Would they be napping? He mused at how he almost felt like he had when he had stayed in Dahlia for the night, but surely his mom wouldn't come at him like a fury monster, or his father. He laughed at it now, but then he felt so sick and angry. Now it was something to laugh at. Would his siblings cause the same anger from her as he did? He drew in a deep breath and climbed the stairs, his hand reached for the doorknob. His heart picked up racing with excitement to see his mother again, to feel the warmth of the manor. Oh how he missed them all. His aunt, his mother, his father, his sister, and even the runts he didn't know..