How fortunate that you remember the brutality of war. It might serve you well, should the world continue to fall into chaos. The images flash quickly in your mind of bloodshed and loss - but those thoughts are gone within the blink of an eye as a familiar voice calls your name. Ah, the innocence of youth. Unspoiled by the hardships others have faced, oh precious youth. How [font size=small]tragic[/small] to have innocent be broken.
But there is something special to be said for youth and all the potential there. Perhaps that would help. This might prove to be a way to help - if only those tender ears would open. It starts like a whisper teasing down your spine, and it grows into a cacophony of whispers until you are both together. Then silence. Your ears perk as finally you can strain enough to hear something clear.
Oh yia ere suf krose, suf krose!
The feeling grows more intense, deeper, down to the bones even. The frenzy to hunt, to put your paws into motion, to persevere. Would the task be easier between the both of you? Perhaps those younger senses will prove to be the key. A glimmer of fireflies off in the distance seem to flash in synchrony. The pattern is deliberate, pulsing a deliberate 7 times before they trailed off into the sky until it is too hard to track them.
Sepa lale, sepa krond, yia muk! fonie, fonie, ali filn. ali fif
The feeling of near certainty settles in your chest. Heart beating wildly, you feel certain of your path. You must choose, though. Do you give in to the call and the chance? Or do you give into the fear of the unknown?