A curious thought ran through Los’ mind as we traveled. Where was he going? Why was he just wondering this frozen land looking for something that he doesn’t even know what it looks like? Would he ever find this strange place? Lost in this train of thought, Los casually walks right into a tree, snapping him out of his thoughts. Almost as if planned by some divine tree spirit, a partly frozen lake glimmers in the light just to his right which creates a smile on Los’ face. “Maybe this is where I was meant to find. It’s nice and cold, I’m sure there’s plenty of fish somewhere in the water, almost seems to good to be true but here it is.” Los claims aloud for anyone to hear despite being alone.
After taking a seat and scratching an itch on the shore, curiosity starts to invade his mind. He’s heard of wolves howling but he never understood why they do it. His old travel companion told him only to howl if absolutely necessary and that’s it. Not why only if necessary nor what would happen if he just howled. The more he thought about it, the more strange it seemed. A grown wolf like himself never having howled before couldn’t be normal so after looking around for some time, he tilted his head back and howled until he ran out of air. Immediately after he just chuckled and started to roll around in the snow listening to the echo fade away unaware of any danger he might have just introduced himself to.
Jul 01, 2018 02:41 PM
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