KOTORI // @followedadifferentpathâ
They play; in every essence of the word, itâs pure and free. There had been wolves in these mountains once, but no longer, culled as humanity spread. Even those native to these lands had shared it with the wolf, but when settlers came, they killed without remorse, without respect.
Now the sounds two wolves bring, fills the forest anew; life, happiness.
Heâs quick to be back on his feet, a stumble, a roll, a returned pounceâ teeth flash, though any bite is gentle; play.
He remembers what life was like before heâd been forced away from his tribe, how he and those his age would wrestle and tumble, honing skills necessary in such uncertainty.
Thereâs a grin, pulled at the features of an open mouth, a chance to catch their breath and space between their bodies if only for a moment before he reaches out with a single paw and taps Sariiâs shoulder before darting off again.
Itâs youth, more than the power of a wolf that causes the energy to burst, for hind legs to push and propel him forward at a pace he can barely keep up with. Too excited, too happy --- so much so it seems that the wind sings with the trees and grass. It seems as if Nature itself had smiled, had laughed, and had seen them in an element more home than the concrete and stone that rose to make the cold and never silent jungles of the humans.
He means to catch up with him, to catch the other wolf in the tumble of legs and the fall forward. Limbs and fur and a roll with grass that pulls and sticks and makes him smell all the more like pine and earth. A tag, youâre it --- but one that fails with paws that are caught in that tangle. But still, a noise! One that resembles a laugh as jaws open, as he means to nip and gnaw and lick and press and push his body against Redâs.
Itâs affection, in itâs purest form; a happiness found once again by one considered pack more than blood itself. Family. The word had resonated more with the shape shifter than it had with anyone since that day. Sulu licks, he nuzzles and he attempts to wriggle out of the mess theyâd landed in.
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