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Post by vocabulations on Dec 12, 2012 18:19:43 GMT -5
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The dark wolf yawned, flopping into the dying grasses by the lake. The rusty leafed trees were shedding their summer greens, and for a moment, he just watched the leaves fall. His sister, he knew, was closer the the water, he could hear her breathing- and occasionally splashing a paw into the water. His litter sister had always been enthralled by the creatures of the water.
He turned his head to look at her, grinning as he saw her standing in the water- no longer lying down- watching small pond creatures swim around her feet. He vaguely remembered similar days in his youth. A river with mother, a similar lake back before the sickness had reached his childhood pack. Goliath shook his head, wiping his mind of the past to enjoy the moment.
The days were getting colder, but the trees weren't yet bald, so he knew there were some days left before the real cold came. He didn't mind winter, as hard as the season could be, because it led to spring, and spring often welcomed new cubs to the pack. Goliath adored the young, and wasn't shy about letting the pack know. He would have his own strong, healthy pups one day, someday, maybe someday soon.
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