2/26/2025, 1:04 AM
Skill: N/A
His head rose with a hitched breath. Lugh pinned his ears back against the small curve of his nape, looking for the source of the soft words that spoke amid the blackening night.
There stood a she-wolf. Coated with blonde fur, gazing at him with sage-hued eyes, harboring warmth that spoke of benevolence. Her stance was low. Her voice was sweet, like honey and milk. Lugh's tail lightly thumped against the frozen ground. Excited. Timid. A glimmer of hope glistened in his round eyes.
There stood a she-wolf. Coated with blonde fur, gazing at him with sage-hued eyes, harboring warmth that spoke of benevolence. Her stance was low. Her voice was sweet, like honey and milk. Lugh's tail lightly thumped against the frozen ground. Excited. Timid. A glimmer of hope glistened in his round eyes.
...h'lo,he responded quietly, brows furrowed, lips pursed into a small frown,
..I can't find my mammy...The boy turned his head down to his little cream paws, softly snuffling in response to the dilemma. Everything remained so new to the boy. None of the trees, nor the rocks around were familiar. Even where he'd stayed alongside Epona, it was all too different. He couldn't understand.
They were in a forest. Not the forest. These weren't the same frost-laden trails that sliced through the undergrowth. They weren't the same foliage that he'd ducked under close to his home. It wasn't the woodlands that he'd venture into when he felt a bit too bold.
It was utterly incomprehensible—Lugh softly whined, his forepaw covering his head as he wracked his brain to think. Ponder what could even be the beginnings of an explanation as to why he'd been ousted from his home. Where he had been taken to in the deep darkness of night, away from his comfortable mattress and away from his father.
Another soft sniffle.
The sky was growing darker as the sun retreated. Lugh shuffled against the ground, pressing up to the root of the tree.
...I can't find Da, either...bicolored eyes gazed up at the stranger, helpless, afraid,
I dunno where I am...His head dipped back down as he buried his face against his forepaws.
The sky was growing darker as the sun retreated. Lugh shuffled against the ground, pressing up to the root of the tree.
I wanna go home.Home. Not the place where he and his mother had called an impromptu shelter. Home. The youth's visage remained buried in his hands, praying that when he opened his eyes, he would be back with Ma and Da, in their home, nestled in the heart of Avon.