Mum tended to spend a little more time hunting now Ash and his siblings were bigger, and that was just fine with Ash, because he was growing vastly bored of the cramped, stuffy, too-hot den and spent as much time outside as he possibly could, playing with leaves and acorns and sticks and essentially whatever he could put his little jaws around. He liked feeling the breeze in his fur, the sensation of sunshine. He liked chasing birds, squirrels and mice, though he rarely caught anything, it was just a game to him.
He was roaming further and further afield each day, and today he made a discovery of something totally new. He sat on the bank for a long while, staring down at the wide, constant motion of The Thing. Whatever it was, it fascinated Ash, and after a while he got up and trotted down the bank to investigate the river.
Calm down everybody, he wasn’t going in there. He wasn’t stupid. But he was curious, and he did sit down by the bank and dunk his smokey forepaw in the water. Eeeeeey! Now it was like what happened when Saya licked him in one place for too long. “Wet.” He grumbled, picking up his forepaw then licking it a few times. Well that wasn’t bad. Sorta reminded him of his mum’s milk. Ash had only ever drunk from rainwater puddles before now and the taste of this was totally different. He stuck his muzzle in and lapped, clumsily at first. Yep, this wet stuff was nice, he liked it.
HEY. The place of the bank he was sitting was a quiet little bend in the river, the current very slow. And there was another WOLF down there that looked like one of his siblings! He was the same almost-white colour. And he had a dark mask on one side of his face. And when Ash lifted a paw to poke him he realized the truth when he saw the dark foot.
That was him. For the first time, Ash was staring down at his own reflection.
Nov 27, 2017 06:30 PM
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