Ciel woke with a start, shaking his head and blinking the sleep out of his eyes. He felt… strange. His head throbbed a little, and his vision was blurry. Its blinked harder, trying to get his eyes to work properly. Something wasn't quite right.
It paused. It listened. Just like his fathers had told him. Smelt the air, tasting the crispness on his tongue. Something was missing. All at once, Ciel forced his eyes open. Where was his family? Fear clutched at his heart. Green eyes darted about, irritating its aching head. All around him - white. That wasn't right. Winter was months away, or at least that's what his father had told him. The months of cold, hunger, loneliness should come when it was about a year old, but he was nowhere close to being so.
This was all too confusing. Ciel got to its paws blearily, inhaling the crisp, cool, dry air, almost enough to make him cough. His lungs ached. The weather was the least of its troubles, it decided. ”Dad? Papa?” He called, hesitantly, before adding with more volume, ”Veres? Arcene?” They had just been here, right next to him. It had gone to sleep without a care in the world.
Did they abandon him? Ciel scoffed, immediately discarding the thought. Of course not. They would never. But, he scented the air thoroughly anyway, making extra sure there were no trails around him.
But… nothing. Not even a hint of familiarity. There were wolf scents here, sure, but it recognised none of them. The thought of asking one of them made him cringe. He didn't need help, he just…
He just what?
Where would Ciel go from here? He sort of knew how to hunt, but assuming it was winter, he had no idea how to hunt in these conditions. Dad often mentioned how difficult he found it, although he mentioned it was because of his dark pelt. Maybe Ciel would find it easier…
But, wait, it shouldn't have to be worrying about this. His family should be here, where he'd left them. It wasn't possible to vanish into thin air!
”Where the fuck am I?” Ciel muttered, trying to push down the sliver of anxiety he'd never felt before.
Skoll
It paused. It listened. Just like his fathers had told him. Smelt the air, tasting the crispness on his tongue. Something was missing. All at once, Ciel forced his eyes open. Where was his family? Fear clutched at his heart. Green eyes darted about, irritating its aching head. All around him - white. That wasn't right. Winter was months away, or at least that's what his father had told him. The months of cold, hunger, loneliness should come when it was about a year old, but he was nowhere close to being so.
This was all too confusing. Ciel got to its paws blearily, inhaling the crisp, cool, dry air, almost enough to make him cough. His lungs ached. The weather was the least of its troubles, it decided. ”Dad? Papa?” He called, hesitantly, before adding with more volume, ”Veres? Arcene?” They had just been here, right next to him. It had gone to sleep without a care in the world.
Did they abandon him? Ciel scoffed, immediately discarding the thought. Of course not. They would never. But, he scented the air thoroughly anyway, making extra sure there were no trails around him.
But… nothing. Not even a hint of familiarity. There were wolf scents here, sure, but it recognised none of them. The thought of asking one of them made him cringe. He didn't need help, he just…
He just what?
Where would Ciel go from here? He sort of knew how to hunt, but assuming it was winter, he had no idea how to hunt in these conditions. Dad often mentioned how difficult he found it, although he mentioned it was because of his dark pelt. Maybe Ciel would find it easier…
But, wait, it shouldn't have to be worrying about this. His family should be here, where he'd left them. It wasn't possible to vanish into thin air!
”Where the fuck am I?” Ciel muttered, trying to push down the sliver of anxiety he'd never felt before.
Skoll