Laurel Thicket you’re standing in the parking lot of life [m]

mild warning for descriptions of rabies? Please note that Mor is not infected.

His feet hurt.

It was probably a stupid thing to be bothering him, but Ran had hardly slowed down for the past couple months, eager to put as much distance between himself and where he’d come from as possible. He could hardly get the images out of his head - the foam dripping from his parents’ lips, the look in their eyes, the stumbling and shaking. Ran had gone to visit his aunt’s pack for a handful of weeks, and that was most likely what had saved him from suffering the same fate as his parents.

He felt bad for running, but what choice did he have, when his mother looked at him like she didn’t recognize him?

The boy had spent the first little while terrified that he would… change. Become like them, somehow.

But it hadn’t happened.

His aunt had been kind enough to him when he ran back to her, but she had her own pups to worry about - both the yearlings and the newest litter - and there wasn’t enough space for Ran to stay, regardless. And besides, he didn’t really want to impose.

So up north he had traveled, half-expecting to transform into some drooling monster at any moment. But it had been some months now, and nothing had changed, so maybe it was safe to stop for longer than a night or two.

Ran had stumbled across a pretty, green thicket. Oddly vibrant for the time of year - evergreens, most likely. He sniffed curiously at some of the stuff growing on some of the shrubs, but as hungry as he was, he didn’t think he would be any to stoop to eating random plants. In fact, he recalled being told that some plants could kill you if you weren’t careful.

His stomach growled - loudly - but he wasn’t desperate enough to risk it.

Instead, he kept walking, until he came across a small opening in the ground. Tilting his head to the side, Ran crept up toward it - it kind of looked like the den his mom had made, expecting this year’s litter of pups. His tail thumped a few times on the forest floor behind him, wondering if someone would be coming back to this little den at some point. It didn’t smell like anyone now, so perhaps not this year, but maybe the next?

It looked almost like it would make a nice den for Ran, if he needed a place to sleep for a few nights. Feeling bold, he climbed halfway into it, his rump the only thing sticking out.

from charming to alarming in seconds

The Valle child did not particularly care that his cousin Archer was missing, but “looking” for him gave him a good excuse to be outside of pack territory for long stretches of time without question. Nobody would ask any further questions if he was gone for the whole day if he said he had been scouting for the missing wolf. In fact, on rare occasions he even got a little bit of praise for his “efforts”. Maybe he would lobby to become a scout, come and go as he pleased, free meals and safety within the pack and an excuse to dick around whenever he wanted.

But today he had stumbled upon the rump that looked suspiciously like it belonged to a Valle - particularly Archer was black phase grey. He had never interacted directly with his cousin, he had only been in the pack for such a short time in the winter. Letting out a sigh - this meant the end of his adventures, before perking up at the thought of all the kudos he would gain with the pack for being the one to find him. Tori would most likely be unable to contain her jealousy. He called out confidently, ”Archer? Is that you?” It seemed like a reasonable assumption to make.

Unfortunately, Ran was not expecting another wolf to be lurking nearby, and certainly not one confident enough to speak to… him? Or at least speak in his direction, anyway. The boy jumped at the sound, slamming his head on the roof of the den so hard his teeth clicked together. He badly stifled a yelp and turned around to face the other wolf, dark eyes round.

It was a boy, maybe around his age - a little smaller, he thought. Lighter in color. Boy, Ran’s head was throbbing. How embarrassing.

“Uhhh…” he said dumbly, blinking at the newcomer. A sheepish smile overtook his features. “Uh, no. Sorry, but I don’t know any Archers.” He tipped his head to the side, flopped ear folding further. “Are ya looking for somebody?”

Ran doubted he’d seen the wolf that this boy was looking for, but that didn’t necessarily mean he couldn’t keep an eye out in the future.

(This post was last modified: Apr 30, 2024, 01:41 PM by Morven.)