10-28-2007, 12:49 AM
Being a father brought great joy, but it brought great heartbreak. The patriarch of the budding Phoenix clan had always wondered if he would lose his first pair of adopted children, but never in this way. Soon after he had become alpha an old she-wolf had come looking for her grandchildren—who had turned out to be none other than Sun and Moon. Sun had decided to go back with her to learn about her biological family, while Moon opted to stay behind. He held on to Sun’s promise that she would return someday, but each day he missed her a little more. Phoenix understood his daughter’s reason for wanted to go, but he couldn’t help but be dismayed at the timing of it. His newest children wouldn’t have the pleasure of knowing their big sister during their formative months. But one wolf affected by this more than anybody else was her twin brother, Moon.
Poor Moon had become more introverted than ever before, or so it seemed to his father. Phoenix hadn’t seem him much at all during the day, and there were even nights where he didn’t come home util late. Of course, Phoenix knew that his children had their own lives to live, but he felt like he was losing touch with them. And to make matters worse the young ones kept him busy, probably making Moon think that he’d been forgotten. Phoenix needed to talk to his oldest son, make sure he was doing all right and reassure him (and himself, a little) that their family wouldn’t crumble.
Tracking him wasn’t easy, since Moon seemed to traverse every nook and cranny of Storm. Many scent trails even left the lands, following the same paths Phoenix preferred to reach the human ruins. Finally though he locked in on the freshest scent, and followed it ironically back home. My, but that boy new how to make himself hard to find.
Poor Moon had become more introverted than ever before, or so it seemed to his father. Phoenix hadn’t seem him much at all during the day, and there were even nights where he didn’t come home util late. Of course, Phoenix knew that his children had their own lives to live, but he felt like he was losing touch with them. And to make matters worse the young ones kept him busy, probably making Moon think that he’d been forgotten. Phoenix needed to talk to his oldest son, make sure he was doing all right and reassure him (and himself, a little) that their family wouldn’t crumble.
Tracking him wasn’t easy, since Moon seemed to traverse every nook and cranny of Storm. Many scent trails even left the lands, following the same paths Phoenix preferred to reach the human ruins. Finally though he locked in on the freshest scent, and followed it ironically back home. My, but that boy new how to make himself hard to find.