The air was getting colder with each passing day, chilling the slender youth to the core. When he questioned his mother about the disappearance of summer, she had explained to him that it was pending arrival of winter.
Winter was everything summer was not – there was little sun, the ground was covered in a thin frosty layer every morning, and his breath came out in little clouds before him. The blue-eyed boy wasn’t quite sure what his take on the whole ‘winter’ situation was just yet; it was different, but whether that was good or bad, he hadn’t decided. As his fur grew in thicker, giving him a rounder, fluffier appearance, the cold bothered him less and less, but it was still bothersome. He had grown so accustom to the warmth of the sun on his back that this sudden change (along with the falling water—gross!) was like a slap across the face. Luckily, although the air was still crisp and made his wet nose numb, the sun had made an appearance today, accompanied by a few clouds dotting the sky. To put it simply, it was the perfect day to venture away from the dens and explore more of the territories bordering Broken Timber.
Without further delay, the youth bounded forward, his soft body weaving effortlessly between the trees. His paws were still quite large and awkward, as he was still figuring out how to grow into them, but he was becoming more coordinated with them as the days passed. However, being awkward was part of his charm and occasionally worked to his advantage. As much as he enjoyed the company of his packmates—especially his unrelated littermates—Arion was curious what the outside world had to offer. Obviously there was something of interest out there or else his father wouldn’t have abandoned them.
The thought sent a shiver down his spine and a lump to form in his throat. R tried his best to not think of his father, but it was proving difficult as of late. It was apparent that his mother missed him and was just as confused as to why the tall shadow had left them behind, without so much as an explanation. It wasn’t fair—why did he have to grow up without a father figure? Of course, the boy doted on his mother, but it was not the same as having a father to roughhouse with, or y’now… have male conversations with. He knew that he also needed to be there for his mother and do whatever necessary to keep her mind off of his absence. His father did not deserve to be thought about—he abandoned them; Arion would not feel pity for him, nor allow his thoughts to linger on him. It didn’t matter that it upset him—he couldn’t, wouldn’t dwell on something he was incapable of changing. He had left and there was nothing he could do about it. So it was better if he forgot about his father, even if he did miss him. It wasn’t worth it.
The trees became more abundant as he moved forward, reddish ferns littering the ground as he continued on his quest for… something. The air was still—almost too quiet—but it was welcoming. It was a change of pace from the hustle and bustle back at the dens; perhaps some solitude was what he needed (for now).