It seemed the rain was petering out as he ventured out towards the geysers.
But the fog was relentless. Orion was surprised by how absolutely thick it was. It made navigating the trees difficult, though now he was here, less so. He could hardly see the blistering rockets of water bursting from below ground, though he could hear them, and feel the steady increase of heat beneath his paws, warning him to veer his path.
The warm stone was nice in the cooling early evening air. A warning of the impending winter. Out on the hills a few days ago, he could see the faintly snow capped peaks of the mountains and it sort of gave him a strange hollow feeling in his gut. The same feeling that settled now, in the thought of impending winter. The thought of impending loneliness. Ugh, stop it.
He would convince himself it was sheer instinct ramming it into his brain and then into his gut. It wouldn’t change anything, of course. Instinct would drive him to follow his nose and then his brain would go into overdrive against itself, telling him to make the proper choice. But…what if he didn’t? What winter came and went and there were pups at the end of it, and a wolf he hardly could remember the name of? Hardly a happy ending. That wasn’t the kind of father he wanted to be.
Anyway, he smiled in spite of himself and settled into a comfy horizontal position, warming his belly and waiting for the sun to disappear.
Jun 08, 2017 01:16 PM
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