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The boy had managed to catch a few slow moving rabbits during his travels and a single fish (after watching the tawny male pluck one from the water). He was surviving. Barely. He was still thinning and growing weaker as the days passed, but he was alive. He was moving. He was searching. He did not even know if he was still looking for his mother. At this point anyone would do. Heck, he’d even be pleased to run into the same male he’d encountered before.

Sometimes he wondered if his mother was still searching for him. Sure, she had doted on him and cared for him to the best of her ability but… if she was looking… wouldn’t she have found him by now? Why was he still lost?

He kept heading south even though it didn’t feel right. The smell of others grew stronger the further south he went which was better for him. While he knew it was not wise to trust strangers Orionis was in a very vulnerable state and was willing to embrace anyone’s help, regardless of who it was. So he kept moving, his oversized paws and gangly legs moving as quickly as they could as he meandered through the trees. Eventually he would have to run into someone. Or something to munch on. Both if he was lucky. But with each passing day his luck was growing thinner and thinner… he could only spend so much time on his own before he succumbed to his surroundings…

(This post was last modified: Oct 20, 2018, 03:37 AM by Orionis.)

Star had no idea why there were so many smallish black wolves around to remind her of Nash - to trick her into thinking it was Nash. It was some sort of cruel joke, really - it had to be. Maybe her running into all of these black pups was punishment for something she had done wrong... like maybe leaving her pack so often and worrying her mother to death.

All of those thoughts occurred simply because she had been padding through the dense forests near the mountain in search of her brother and caught sight of black fur through the leaves.

The girl had not even had to get closer to know that this was not Nash. The eyes were totally wrong, and he was... well... he just didn't have the right features. And though her mood was dismal at best, and she was kind of just wanting to head back up the mountain to hide in the den for the rest of her life, Staryn was nothing if not friendly. Who knew - maybe this pup would know something. Maybe she could help him.

Because he looked just as lost as Star felt.

"Hello," she greeted, padding up a little closer - but not too close, because of what had happened with that one girl. "Are you lost?"

It did not take long for an unknown scent to tickle his nose and cause his steps to falter. The scent belonged to someone young—someone around his age—which confused the boy. He was not used to seeing wolves his own age; from what he could remember he had always been around wolves much older than him. How was he supposed to act? What was he supposed to say? Should he stay and engage with the other youth or flee? The latter seemed like a better option but as soon as he went to turn around and lope off in the opposite direction a voice cut through the trees, causing his legs to cease movement. Hello. It was not an aggressive greeting by any mean but he was still unsure of the strange no matter how innocent it sounded. Are you lost? That should have been obvious but his tongue was too tired to clap back at the green-eyed girl. He turned to her, his head tipping softly to the side. Probably, he managed without offering her his own question. He did not know what to ask her. Clearly she was not lost so there was no use in returning the question to her, but he did not know what else to say. So he kept his lips shut. For now.