Driftwood Surge nancy mulligan

The older, and bigger, Legolas got the more he became aware of the differences between himself and his littermates. They were far more outgoing than he was—seeking recognition for the actions (regardless of whether it was good or bad). Their oversized paws scurried across the ground at any given chance, hungry for adventure and thirsty for the unknown. Legolas, on the other paw, remained observant. He was far more cautious and methodical about his actions. Or, at least, he liked to think he was. He did not like straying too far from the den; he had already done that once before and stumbled upon his birb-fren and some strange smelly non-wolves. There was security within the mountain forest; safety. Eventually he would have to stretch his wings and explore more of the surrounding territories… or maybe not. Maybe he could stay right where he was and bask in the beauty of Driftwood.

His neck craned over his shoulder as his mother’s voice called out through the clearing. He flashed her a warm smile, his tail thumping gently against the ground. N-nothin, m-mama! He chirped in response as his grin widened and became more toothy. He was being a good little Stark—not at all like his older brother! @Leith was awfully naughty. But not Legolas—he was an angel.

His tail began to wave even more enthusiastically at her offer to take him to the lake and he nodded feverishly in response. He had not seen anything beyond the mountainous forest because he was a good boy and listened to his parents when they instructed him to stay put. Sure, the lake beyond the trees had always fascinated him but he wasn’t reckless enough to venture to the big body of water on his own. So he was overjoyed at the thought of going on a field trip with his mother. Just him and Ma—no annoying siblings to get in his way and muck everything up! Sure, he loved his siblings (they were blood; he had to) but sometimes they were a lot to handle.

Y-Y-Ya y-ya! He chirped in excitement despite the words fumbling off the tip of his tongue. He bounded forward and collided into her foreleg, his body wriggling with a foreign rush of adrenaline. Normally he wouldn’t be so keen on adventure but he liked spending time with his Ma. Now that he and his siblings were older she was spending more time away from the den as she eased back into her duties. Is o-okay?

The boy was still utterly terrified at the thought of leaving the Surge but being with momma made him feel better. She would keep him safe and make sure none of the bad things beyond the mountain forest could hurt him. Legolas knew his mother wouldn’t take him anywhere that would cause him harm—or so he hoped. He flashed her a wide, toothy grin, his tail waving softly behind him as he began to trot after her. His excitement devoured the initial fear as watched her tawny frame cut through the trees. N-no, n-never Ma! He responded quickly (and honestly). He had been too scared to venture east toward the lake. The boy had heard many things about it but had yet to see it for himself. He hoped it lived up to his expectations. W-wassit like?