RE: The Lore experiences a bout of unseasonably warm weather.
- Midday, Partly Cloudy
Itchy! His fur, his paws, his whole body seemed to be itching. Warmth had finally come, a veritable wave of it flushing over the land, as if a finale proof that, yes, it was spring. Such a sudden uptick in temperature was rather shocking to plants and creatures alike though, pushing trees to bud and fur to shed in large, grayish clumps. A silver-dusted hind paw scratched fervently now at such a tuft, claws digging at the irritated skin below. Shedding had never been so maddening before, however the rapid shift from cold to hot seemed to have worsened the ordeal, causing the elder wolf to growl lowly as he lowered his leg, shaking thoroughly to be rid of the loosened hairs. It was this heat that had pushed him to move further north, hoping to find some cooler air, but instead he'd run into this unexpected wet-land. The spring might have been a welcome surprise to a weary traveler, had it not been for the fact that its edges played host to a multitude of newly hatched, buzzing, biting insects, only adding to the irritation of his poor skin. It wasn't just his outside that itched though. Something deeper was adding to his tension as well, something he couldn't so simply gnaw at. Everything was so insecure now, it was freedom but it was also vulnerability, and it made him worry more than he had imagined. Is lived as a loner before, enjoyed travelling as he pleased and not adhering to any rules other than his own, but after two years in Oak Tree Bend, he'd come to appreciate the stability of pack life. He wanted to have a family around him, he'd realized, others to care for and depend on. He'd left his former one behind with that goal in mind, to build one that was truly his. It wouldn't be easy, he'd known that from the start, but it would only get harder the longer he waited. And he'd needed to act, to move away from the toxic emotions that threatened to suffocate him in the Bend. But now, after a couple months of fresh air, he was weary of wandering aimlessly. It wasn't that he wanted to turn back – like they would accept him if he did – at least, most of him didn't. But he wanted to settle, to start building rather than scraping by like this. Word count: 440 ”Speech" Thoughts |