08-06-2022, 08:34 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-03-2022, 05:24 AM by Weirs. Edited 3 times in total.)
Lately in his little life, it was relatively quiet. Some of his siblings and packmates ranged beyond the woods, his mother preoccupied elsewhere all the while. His littermates were his primary company, as ever. Still, thanks to varied interests among them all, Weirs was often left to wander on his own devices anyway, and now was certainly no different.
He was growing taller–longer, leaner–and more confident in his solitude as he further expanded his ranges beneath the forest. Alone, he did not need to worry. He was not weighed down by the worries of his differences here. Just him, it was whatever he wanted...
Summer’s heat often pressed him towards the waterways. Largely thanks to proximity, and a curious interest in what glimmered beneath the surface of the running waters, he had begun to teach himself how to catch small fish. Some days went better than others but he kept himself busy chasing anything that moved in and around the waters. Plus, even failed attempts just helped wet his coat and cool him on hot days–where he was also looking for places deep enough to swim in (to help master that skill before Warwick got back). Weirs happily wore the scent of the creeks more than anything.
Here, today, he had come to a familiar bend to watch the fish and frogs but he could not seem to muster the earnest interest in any of it. He felt.. off, even as he waded ankle-deep in the flow. Maybe just tired. Maybe it was the balmy heat. He realized when he moved his head too fast, it felt like it was spinning on the inside. None of this was doing his appetite any favors, which was uncharacteristic for a growing young boy like him.
He moved himself back to the shoreline and sat down with a huff in the shade, willing improvement to come to his condition quickly.
He was growing taller–longer, leaner–and more confident in his solitude as he further expanded his ranges beneath the forest. Alone, he did not need to worry. He was not weighed down by the worries of his differences here. Just him, it was whatever he wanted...
Summer’s heat often pressed him towards the waterways. Largely thanks to proximity, and a curious interest in what glimmered beneath the surface of the running waters, he had begun to teach himself how to catch small fish. Some days went better than others but he kept himself busy chasing anything that moved in and around the waters. Plus, even failed attempts just helped wet his coat and cool him on hot days–where he was also looking for places deep enough to swim in (to help master that skill before Warwick got back). Weirs happily wore the scent of the creeks more than anything.
Here, today, he had come to a familiar bend to watch the fish and frogs but he could not seem to muster the earnest interest in any of it. He felt.. off, even as he waded ankle-deep in the flow. Maybe just tired. Maybe it was the balmy heat. He realized when he moved his head too fast, it felt like it was spinning on the inside. None of this was doing his appetite any favors, which was uncharacteristic for a growing young boy like him.
He moved himself back to the shoreline and sat down with a huff in the shade, willing improvement to come to his condition quickly.
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