11-12-2007, 12:05 PM
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For Melisande
Ty was getting to know the territory of Clouded Tears pretty well. Unfortunately, he wasn’t getting to know the actual pack well at all. Other than his mother and father, and a wolf here or there, the youth hadn’t made many acquaintances at all. Someone had told him there would be puppies to play with, some maybe his age. As of yet he couldn’t find them; maybe their parents didn’t let them come out to play like his parents did. Maybe they had heard of the new pup on the block and were just avoiding him for some reason. He was clean, dammit! His mother made sure of that.
He rolled over on his back, looking into a grey-blue sky, lots of clouds. This was his first winter, and thus, his first snow. Technically last night had been his first snow, but you can’t fully appreciate something unless you can feel it, lick it, and inspect it thoroughly in the daylight. At least that was the creamy male’s opinion of things. Blinking repeatedly as snow flurries and a crisp wind assaulted his eyes, he opened his mouth as wide as he could sticking out his tongue to the cold air. Snow was supposed to be water, that’s what someone had said. Tybalt didn’t think the puffy white cloud-flakes looked anything like water. They definitely didn’t resemble raindrops at all, and as far as stuff falling out of the sky, raindrops were about as watery as you could get.
Apparently snowflakes were tasteless also. They were just horribly cold, or was that the wind? Ty closed his mouth; this wasn’t working very well at all, and unfortunately, the snow just wasn’t sticking very well to anything except his fur. Rolling back on his stomach, the pup had a new thought. If they wouldn’t land in his mouth by themselves, maybe he could catch them. Immediately he put his plan into action, springing to his oversized feet and clumsily dancing around. Snap! Snap! Snap! They were elusive little buggers, these snow flake things. All he managed to do was blow them away with his flurry of motion. Sighing, he slumped to his haunches, glowering at the flakes that fell around him. When one dared to land on his nose after all of his efforts to catch one of them, he nearly growled at it. Life was not fair.
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For Melisande
Ty was getting to know the territory of Clouded Tears pretty well. Unfortunately, he wasn’t getting to know the actual pack well at all. Other than his mother and father, and a wolf here or there, the youth hadn’t made many acquaintances at all. Someone had told him there would be puppies to play with, some maybe his age. As of yet he couldn’t find them; maybe their parents didn’t let them come out to play like his parents did. Maybe they had heard of the new pup on the block and were just avoiding him for some reason. He was clean, dammit! His mother made sure of that.
He rolled over on his back, looking into a grey-blue sky, lots of clouds. This was his first winter, and thus, his first snow. Technically last night had been his first snow, but you can’t fully appreciate something unless you can feel it, lick it, and inspect it thoroughly in the daylight. At least that was the creamy male’s opinion of things. Blinking repeatedly as snow flurries and a crisp wind assaulted his eyes, he opened his mouth as wide as he could sticking out his tongue to the cold air. Snow was supposed to be water, that’s what someone had said. Tybalt didn’t think the puffy white cloud-flakes looked anything like water. They definitely didn’t resemble raindrops at all, and as far as stuff falling out of the sky, raindrops were about as watery as you could get.
Apparently snowflakes were tasteless also. They were just horribly cold, or was that the wind? Ty closed his mouth; this wasn’t working very well at all, and unfortunately, the snow just wasn’t sticking very well to anything except his fur. Rolling back on his stomach, the pup had a new thought. If they wouldn’t land in his mouth by themselves, maybe he could catch them. Immediately he put his plan into action, springing to his oversized feet and clumsily dancing around. Snap! Snap! Snap! They were elusive little buggers, these snow flake things. All he managed to do was blow them away with his flurry of motion. Sighing, he slumped to his haunches, glowering at the flakes that fell around him. When one dared to land on his nose after all of his efforts to catch one of them, he nearly growled at it. Life was not fair.
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