uncle to the rescue!
Alder was a dedicated wolf, and his life reflected his responsible nature. A schedule had been written along the walls of his mind and he knew very well what he would be doing each day the sun rose. The horses always came first, up bright and early to clear and clean, then to practice and groom. Then he would hunt, practicing again shifting from one form to another and then stalking and chasing. Then he would sit and watch, let birds pass and try to sing to them as they sung to him. Low speech had become a passion of the boy’s and he practiced listening as just he practiced everything else.
But no one could go without a day of rest and so once every seven that passed the boy allowed himself to sleep beyond the call of the noisy robin in the wee hours of the morning. His masked face was burred in the blankets of his small bed, small sleeping sounds coming from his nose and he dreamt of Lumière and her foal, a great black and white stallion and of Rem. He spoke to them and they talked back as if they knew the high speech and he was content in the happy dreams.
There was a thump, but it did not wake him, only played a small role in the happenings of his dream. Then another, a crash that had not place and woke the male from his slumber and cause his head to rise and eyes to blink the sleep away. Alder took to his dark foot paws, lazily walking through the hall to find the noise. Perhaps it had been simply part of his dream, he figured as he scratched an itch away on his head and yawned. Looking at the common room of the house he found nothing but books on the floor. But books did not fall themselves and he followed the trail up the shelves and found his niece perched on the very highest.
Startled from his daze Alder rushed over to the bookshelf. Come down now Robin His shaky voice spoke with long arms out and extended wide. His eyes were just as out and wide, the frown on his face made more of worry then anger.
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