02-10-2009, 06:32 PM
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Lannen was tired of living his life at a constant crossroads. But he felt as though he was standing at one with each new sunrise. The white male stretched, letting his back bow and stretch as he let sleep fall away from him. Life in AniWaya was pleasant, but often quiet. He found that he left the borders more than he stayed in them. He felt the briefest flash of guilt at that.
Although AniWaya was not like the pack from whence he came, he figured that he should still exercise some responsibility and help out where he could. The truth was that lately he was feeling pretty useless. He hunted for himself, walked the borders from time to time, and kept the peace as much as possible. It wasn't like belonging, at least he didn't feel like he did yet. But that took work, and he'd have to put the effort in.
AniWaya wasn't like home to him yet, but it could be. He just had to allow himself to feel that way. Then he could dedicate himself, his time, his resources to the tribe with his whole heart. He missed doing that, and being part of something bigger than himself. The white wolf woke determined this morning to make this new life work out.
It was freezing as he stretched his legs, walking about and letting sleep fall from him. He felt strength in his bones, and knew it was time for him to emerge from metaphorical hibernation. He scouted the borders, taking his time to familiarize himself with every scent, cataloging the unfamiliar ones in his head so he could identify it later.
His tail began to wag as he turned inland, catching a scent that filled his soul like a morning star. There were children here? He had had no idea! The male turned in the direction of the scent and continued on his way. He found his target and stood at a distance, observing brotherly interaction. He just sat to watch, not wanting to interrupt their play.
And then his wooden brown eyes wandered for a moment and then stopped. And he was stunned, blinking as the image of the pretty female came into view. W-o-w. Smiling widely, he approached the puppies and woman slowly. "Hey," he said.
Although AniWaya was not like the pack from whence he came, he figured that he should still exercise some responsibility and help out where he could. The truth was that lately he was feeling pretty useless. He hunted for himself, walked the borders from time to time, and kept the peace as much as possible. It wasn't like belonging, at least he didn't feel like he did yet. But that took work, and he'd have to put the effort in.
AniWaya wasn't like home to him yet, but it could be. He just had to allow himself to feel that way. Then he could dedicate himself, his time, his resources to the tribe with his whole heart. He missed doing that, and being part of something bigger than himself. The white wolf woke determined this morning to make this new life work out.
It was freezing as he stretched his legs, walking about and letting sleep fall from him. He felt strength in his bones, and knew it was time for him to emerge from metaphorical hibernation. He scouted the borders, taking his time to familiarize himself with every scent, cataloging the unfamiliar ones in his head so he could identify it later.
His tail began to wag as he turned inland, catching a scent that filled his soul like a morning star. There were children here? He had had no idea! The male turned in the direction of the scent and continued on his way. He found his target and stood at a distance, observing brotherly interaction. He just sat to watch, not wanting to interrupt their play.
And then his wooden brown eyes wandered for a moment and then stopped. And he was stunned, blinking as the image of the pretty female came into view. W-o-w. Smiling widely, he approached the puppies and woman slowly. "Hey," he said.