Post by blindfoldcity on Jun 21, 2015 13:19:28 GMT -5
Wynter peered down at the stranger from his perch atop the mouth of a large cave. Not many people passed by these parts, not that the young wolf knew. Though he was only a traveler, and had been staying there for 6 nights, and was already planning to leave by the next day, he was familiar enough with the area to find it strange. Just like every morning, the strong scent of earth was the dominant aroma of the area, which always seemed to provide a comfort to him, however it rendered his nose blind of the wolf that was not a mile away bye now. The northern direction seemed to be his chosen path, but that was also where Wynter was residing. He slowly rose from his fetal position and took a more alerted stance. It was clear that this was a large, male wolf that he was seeing. It had the darkest coat he had ever seen, but he wasn't close enough to make out his eye color just yet. He scurried down the mossy stones he traversed earlier, trying to get a vantage point that gave him enough confidence to sleep.
He hadn't had an appropriate meal for his size in a few days, but he was scrapping by with the nearby plant life. He could sense the other wolf by way of smell now. It was comforting to know he could assess the wolf's distance accurately now, being that with sight, it would be hard to judge it's distance without being in it's sight in the process. Just then, there was a voice, holding him back. The wolf was nearly below him now, but he didn't notice, as he was now trying to traverse the rock with the pounding in his head getting louder and heavier. His vision was flashing now, and he had no time to brace himself as he lost his balance and slipped off a rock close to the ground, but still moderately high. He landed with a large thud, his force killing the plants below.
Everything was dark for the young wolf. He didn't remember ever having an attack like this, but then again, he didn't remember the last 30 he'd had. Inside his mind played endless forgotten memories, none of which he would remember if he woke up. He saw visions of her mother, and he saw something he knew in his heart was his father. The visions wouldn't stop playing, each cycle becoming more and more horrific. His memories began to resurface more and more. Each time he remembered he forgot, and experienced them again and again. Not that he would remember. A few more minutes went by and he began to see a light, and hoped for the best as he followed it.