Angels on the moon.

[Conor Soul]

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How long had it been since he went missing? Impossible to say, for the alpha was not the one holding the main responsibility for what he believed to be his half siblings. The weather was dangerous now, and he really hoped that the boy had found shelter on his own, though as long as he remained unsure of this, the male would not rest. ”He’s around four months old,” or something along those lines. Too small to be out on his own, especially when this weather could easily kill a grown up wolf as well if it did not eventually seek out a shelter. The cold was working on penetrating the thick arctic fur that Conor had received from his parents. If he was growing stiff and cold, how quickly would then a child’s body give in to the struggle? Oh, it was a nightmare.

Siku’s following words made a different cold creep in under his skin and torment his soul. The pale female stated the obvious, but the open truth of it ripped and tore at his consciousness.

Did he hear anything else but the howl of evil wind? Again, there was a hint of colour to be seen, and now the alpha and his white companion were closer. Pupils shrank in the seas of lavender as he realized that it was a living creature with matching colours of the child. Energy and strength returned to his worn body as he forced his way through ridiculous amounts of snow and over to the young canine. The alpha’s chest was surely about to burst with the flow of emotion. The feelings contradicted each other. Relief, pain, despair, hope..

As soon as the cinnamon and cream coated male reached the young soul, he lowered his frame, almost harshly shoving the child in under his belly to offer whatever warmth he could to the poor boy and protect him from the worst wind. ”You’re safe now,” he whispered, ignorant if the two others could even hear the words before they were taken away by the violent storm of white cold. Caramel face turned to the Dahlian that was almost invisible against the world of white. Would they manage to return to the town in time? The Soul male now experienced a rare case of indecision. What should be the next step? Everything was white—it would be hard to find the exact way back. The male did not doubt that the path he had cleared to this point would be gone within minutes.

”What should we do?” He asked, thinking about their current options. They could try to find safety, but the boy was weak. They could possibly attempt to dig into the snow and make a temporary snow den until the boy had warmed up. Who knew how long this weather would last? Perhaps the white woman had other options to offer.