….Long and unneeded things in post that shouldn’t be there is not my fault. Ace made me >.>
Early Morning: 6:15 AM — Partly Cloudy — Current Temperature: 70° F/21° C
He couldn’t sleep. He couldn’t eat. He couldn’t drink. All he could do was think about Silver, whether or not she was okay. She had gone over the mountains on a scouting mission, and he missed her more than anything else. His sleep pattern was completely messed up; sleeping almost all day and up all night. But one good thing was that he checked the borders at least two times a day; early morning and late night. The Pitch Pine Trail scent that clung to his pelt was crisscrossed all of the territory, but he kept mostly to the northwestern borders where he was more likely to run into the love of his life.
Large, creamy paws thudded rhythmically on the ground as he padded around the borders, marking every few feet to make sure that any creature would know not to cross it, or face the consequences of a half-crazy guardian. The Pitch Pine Guardian needed Silver with him, she had been gone too long, and he felt that if she was gone a day longer he’d turn into a corsair; rampaging across the territory and devouring everyone in his way.
Stopping on the edge of the border, Ace lifted his head to stare up at the sky. A new day was dawning, and most of the stars had already disappeared as the sky lightened, but a few still twinkled up above. The way they connected with each other to form shapes reminded him of how much he needed to be with Silver; breathe in her scent, feel her body as he brushed against her, but most of all: just see her with his own two eyes.
A soft whine rumbled in his throat as he looked back down and stared passed the boundary of Pitch Pine Trail. The need to go out there, past the mountain and find her was strong, but he needed to stay with the pack. It was safer that way, for both of them. If he had gone with her, the journey would have taken much longer. Climbing up and down the mountain was much easier for Silver’s agile form, than his bulky mass. He would have just been dead weight.
But the pack needed someone to continually patrol the borders and refresh the markings, and even though he thought of them as family, he didn’t trust them enough to do the job properly. Maybe if they proved themselves by joining each and every morning and night he’d trust them to do it, but so far, none had worked as hard as he did. All his life he had been trained and brought up to protect his family, and when the time came, to lead. It was in his blood to be an alpha, and he also had a willing female to lead beside him. Even is Silver didn’t have the alpha gene in her, he could easily teach her how to handle things and what to do in dire situations. All you needed was a clear head and a sharp mind.
Lifting up his creamy white muzzle into the clear, morning air, Ace let out a mourning howl, hoping that Silver would hear. “If you hear this Silver, my love….Know that I am waiting for you to come home, to come home to Pitch Pine Trail, to me. I miss you so much it hurts. Please come back soon….”
would protect you forever