aerials in the sky

Oak · 08-04-2011, 02:53 PM

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Go right to the horsies? Smile

With only a year to his age, it was easy for Oak to bounce back into his boyish antics, just as it was for Alder and even Cypress. Alder displayed his excitement with the abandon that Oak did, the reddish male wagging his tail with a force that shook his rump to and fro. It was relieving to see that Alder had not changed since moving away, and that was an indication to Oak that his larger brother was happy here. He had dreaded arriving to see a change in the young man, but, to his elation, this had not happened.

Anxious to set their plans in motion, Oak yelped his happiness after Alder had invited him past the borders and into the thick forest. At once they were boys again, Alder leaping effortlessly through the trees and Oak following close. They were little more than shadows dancing gracefully beneath the canopy. Alder was larger than he, but he was also swifter. With many months of tracking game himself and gorging on good meat, Oak had become rather compact and bulky with muscle, and he had trouble keeping up to his brother. At first he was running with his nose at the other's shoulder, but after a few moments his speed depleted and he fell behind. Still, his strong legs carried him at reasonable closeness, Alder was never out of his sight.

Oak snarled playfully and surged forward with the rush of adrenaline that had replenished some of his stamina, nipping at Alder's tail, though he never allowed himself to actually bite it, his teeth snapping shut just before they came in contact with flesh and fur. In moments, their chase had ceased, before them stood a warm-looking cabin with a friendly chimney rising from the top. Panting, Oak looked over at his brother and nodded with a smile. I like it. It looks comfortable, he spoke genuinely, still grinning. Much as he admired the Manor, sometimes he wished he could live in a smaller shelter, for in the Manor he was always in close quarters to everyone else, which was irksome at times. Many nights this summer he had spent in the wilderness of Crimson Dreams, the sounds of the wild darkness lulling him into deep sleep. No one home? Who do you live with again? Haven? he asked, brow cocked. He was under the impression that Alder had chosen to reside with Haven and his family, but things could have changed since he had first learned that information.

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