Whisper Marsh Oh, fair and flighty love, my aerolite above

It was early morning as a wolf padded through the marsh. He wasn't even a yearling yet but it would be clear that he would be a large wolf. His frame was already bulky and he was coated in a thick fur pelt. His canvas was a golden shade, a spot of summer in the cold landscape. He bore dark brown points, his face, paws, ears, and tail dipped in a chocolate hue with mother nature taking a paintbrush and running down his back to create a dorsal stripe. Lighter flaxen hues enveloped the thick fur around his neck and countershaded his underbelly. He had warm golden eyes like the sun took home inside his skull. He wore feathers decorated in his tail.

The beast suddenly crouched, zeroed in on a noise. He moved quietly despite his size, each step taken carefully. It would become apparent there was high pitched chirps echoing from somewhere around the beast. He padded forwards, moving with a deft grace as he followed the cacophony to its source. It was a group of cardinals including a brightly red male and a handful of more drab females. At the base of the tree he waited, picking up fallen feathers and sitting down to stick them in his tail.

Apollo was out looking for his mother again. There was no question in his mind that his mother must be somewhere and that she simply had gotten lost when they had separated and he was set on finding her. He missed spring terribly, missing the flowers he loved and enjoyed and missed easy swims in the water.

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OOC→ lalalala

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There was nothing to be had in the willows. Not even a faint trace of the pack that’d once lived there. They were gone. And just about the only evidence that they had ever existed was Alarick and the memories he had of them. But even those were faded now, for it had been what - a year and a half? Two?

He had thought about trying to rebuild it. To shape it in his image, according to his liking and will. While Al had never fancied himself much of a leader, he didn't doubt that he could've done better, were this a couple of years ago. But now, as he neared his sixth year, it seemed far too late to even attempt such an endeavor. But then again.. Avella hadn’t had much luck, either.

Whether he would follow through with it or not, the idea was something he continued to contemplate. And if he did decide to go through with it, Al supposed he would prefer to do it elsewhere. Not in a place that once belonged to others.

Left with little else to do then, Alarick set out simply to explore. He had risen early and went north, trying to lose himself in the serenity of dawn, thoughts of the coming spring, and the beauty of the early morning birdsong that rang through the air.  

Apollo figured he had gathered enough feathers. Collecting feathers was almost a constant thing for him as they fell out often by either his own eagerness or their own propensity towards falling out. He didn't mind collecting feathers as it was something he looked forwards to. He missed the flowers though; he was focusing all his attention on feathers instead of the flowers he loved and missed.

Apollo wandered away from the tree, looking around. He remembered what he was out here to do. He lowered his head to the ground and began sniffing around, trying to pick up any scents. He hoped he would find his mother.

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OOC→ lalalala

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Slowly, as the sun rose and the sky brightened, the world around Alarick started to come alive. The sounds of the animals echoing through the forest, or the fresh scent of newly budding flowers was almost enough to make the weary loner forget his woes for a few moments. At least until the scent of another nearly smacked him in the face - or at least, that was what it felt like.

The former hunter paused, studying the other’s path. Trying to tell, based on prints or bent branches, which way they had gone. And once he had, he turned away from it. While he was aware that the breeze might carry his scent to the other, if they were still in the area, he hoped he could be gone before that.

While he’d once been an affable creature, Al was no longer that man. Most conversations.. he could take or leave. Typically, leave.

There was no point in pointless conversation.

--Al's not very sociable sorry :x