True Wolves

Augustus · 09-17-2012, 11:05 AM

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Augustus

He's afraid of puppies, shush! xP

Saki, though young and untimidating made the male uneasy. Perhaps it had something to do with his nightmares. Often he awoke to the same vision; a pup, sable in pelt, with a white mark on its chest who's amber eyes were so piercing they seemed to penetrate his soul. Quickly he grew, and grew until it was his father's face before him, grinning before he lunged, paw raised. That was when he always awoke, panting for breath, the scars on his face pained with memory. Those scars had taken far too long to heal, becoming infected as he roamed lost and confused. A shameful existance. The wounds became infected, growing larger as the underbrush tore at them, low hanging branches he'd not bothered to try avoiding increasing the severity of the cuts. He'd not been dying when Terra met him, but he'd been in pain, and far too numb to care.

This was the reason he hadn't forced the issue with his mate out fear for the sable whelp-- the memory of his father. He didn't want to think of it, so he continued to devour his meager meal in silence, ignoring the whelp altogether. He finished quickly, as there was little meat once it'd been split, and turned to glance at his brother. Yellow eyes softened on the missing ear, and his own twitched mourning its absence. He did look better in the women's care. New Dawn was blessed with an assortment of wolves trained in the healing arts. Augustus turned his nose up at their many concoctions, but if they helped...He remembered with a shudder the needle being pulled through Ciara's flesh as they knitted her torn side back together after their battle with the cougar. He hoped Tharin hadn't had to endure something similar. "You're healing well," he said after the long silence, fur clinging to his black lips.

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