5/24/2025, 7:07 PM
The boy did not make it to the grove. A distant voice, ranting nonsense, was nearly silenced entirely under the crash and howl of the storm. He stood amongst it fearlessly, squinting against the rain pelting his face and rivulets streaming down the gnarled furrows carved into his features. A tall she-wolf galloped atop the hill it stood upon, nearly slamming into the boy. It sprang back with a flash of his teeth, tail lashing over his hips. What the hell?
She was dressed all in shades of midnight, her fur flecked with white freckles that looked like a perfect reflected of clear skies at midnight - rife with stars, winking mockingly down at him. Source-less rage welled within it at the sight, the wail of everything he'd lost rising to a black-out crescendo within his mind. He stared at the woman dumbly for a long moment, rainwater slicking his split coat to his juvenile frame as his mind warred with itself. He thought she was -
But no, this wasn't anyone he knew or ever had. He still seethed at the sight of her purple-toned blues, the glinting pale flecks within her dark fur. It made him feel sick, and lost, and frightened. All things he couldn't afford to feel if he wanted to survive. Trygve blinked at the woman, gaze more vacant than not, as he wrinkled his muzzle at her.
Same as you, I bet - looking to get out of the rain.He spat.
I'm fine.It huffed, the wind attempting to bowl him over. It grit its teeth.
Are you?
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