Life's been....

Pretty boring, honestly.

His piss glows, that was cool, but it lost the novelty after a month.

He was getting taller, handsomer, his coat was turning white of all things! Mother called it roaning, and that his sire had passed it down.

His brother....disappeared, at some point long ago, so it was only him and Mother left in Avon.

Grecian was a year old now, not old enough to band out and form his own herd, not young enough to roll around with the wolves again. Now, he was able to carry them! That had been fun! Ksyusha had fallen off when he took off at a gallop, but she didn't seem hurt at all, in fact she seemed determined to try again.

But that was yesterday, and today she's out hunting.

Nasty work, that.

Why can't wolves just eat grasses and grain like he can?

Those are his thoughts as he rolls in the dirt, scratching at his back as the ghostly ache settled on his spine before he laid there with his legs sprawled.

Enjoying the sun, since he couldn't fly up to greet it....