Post by wren on Dec 24, 2012 10:48:51 GMT -5
For a second Wren regretted his decision. He had left the carnival performer and princess behind. They separated ways. At the time, any mention of sticking together would have been repulsive to him. Now, though, he thought that perhaps he should have stayed, if only for a free source of food and heat. And companionship. The idea came from his brain after a second and he tried to suppress it. He didn't need anyone! He wasn't lonely, he knew himself to be perfectly fine thank you! But the thought stuck and he knew that it was right. Wren always had at least one companion with him throughout his whole life. Now stuck on some island in the middle of no where, he didn't have anyone anymore. No guaranteed source of food or entertainment or really an escape route if he ever wanted to leave. That was one thing that scared him, for Wren always wanted a way out.
On a physical level, though, he was quite content where he was. The snow had been getting to him, and the male knew that if he hadn't left he would have frozen up there even with the other wolves beside him. Trudging off the hills and to a warmer place was a pleasant feeling, and Wren realized being cold was probably one of the worst things ever. After that little snow adventure he wanted to get away from those hills as far as possible- and what better way to do so than to walk to a valley?
It sprawled before him like a map on a table. He could see almost everything from this point; the lake caught his attention the most, though his eyes strayed towards the trees nearby. Then his eyes turned back towards the original object of his gaze. It was, of course, melted water, the complete opposite of snow. Perfect.
Steadily making his way down to the water, he felt a change in temperature as he went. It was not getting warmer, that was for sure. The air was becoming significantly cooler as he walked down towards the body of water below. It was as if it was getting a little darker here, too, like if the sun couldn't reach this lower altitude. Wren pretended not to notice his mistake and continued walking towards the water. He was stubborn, even to himself, and he wasn't about to admit he was wrong!
Making his way to the edge of the water, he had become chilled by then and felt a lone, cold breeze ruffle through his fur. It wasn't as bad as being surrounded by snow but it was still uncomfortable. His thoughts strayed back to his two wolf heaters from before, and for a moment he wished they were still here with him to provide him with some warmth. Leaning down to the surface of the water, he took a long drink. The red wolf originally recoiled slightly in shock at the icy temperature, though relaxed slightly once he got used to it. Reclining backwards with water dripping from his muzzle and chest, he looked into the water's surface. There he saw his own face on his own small frame, but something about him seemed changed. It was as if he could see the solitude within himself now, and it was quite unnerving. Maybe his original plan of hiding out in a cave for all eternity would come true after all?
On a physical level, though, he was quite content where he was. The snow had been getting to him, and the male knew that if he hadn't left he would have frozen up there even with the other wolves beside him. Trudging off the hills and to a warmer place was a pleasant feeling, and Wren realized being cold was probably one of the worst things ever. After that little snow adventure he wanted to get away from those hills as far as possible- and what better way to do so than to walk to a valley?
It sprawled before him like a map on a table. He could see almost everything from this point; the lake caught his attention the most, though his eyes strayed towards the trees nearby. Then his eyes turned back towards the original object of his gaze. It was, of course, melted water, the complete opposite of snow. Perfect.
Steadily making his way down to the water, he felt a change in temperature as he went. It was not getting warmer, that was for sure. The air was becoming significantly cooler as he walked down towards the body of water below. It was as if it was getting a little darker here, too, like if the sun couldn't reach this lower altitude. Wren pretended not to notice his mistake and continued walking towards the water. He was stubborn, even to himself, and he wasn't about to admit he was wrong!
Making his way to the edge of the water, he had become chilled by then and felt a lone, cold breeze ruffle through his fur. It wasn't as bad as being surrounded by snow but it was still uncomfortable. His thoughts strayed back to his two wolf heaters from before, and for a moment he wished they were still here with him to provide him with some warmth. Leaning down to the surface of the water, he took a long drink. The red wolf originally recoiled slightly in shock at the icy temperature, though relaxed slightly once he got used to it. Reclining backwards with water dripping from his muzzle and chest, he looked into the water's surface. There he saw his own face on his own small frame, but something about him seemed changed. It was as if he could see the solitude within himself now, and it was quite unnerving. Maybe his original plan of hiding out in a cave for all eternity would come true after all?
