Wolf RPG

Atticus had always been an adaptable wolf. When life threw crazy curveballs at him, he generally handled them pretty well and managed to deal with it. But this time, he was having a hard time coping. He simply couldn't accept that Osprey Jr. was dead. He couldn't. He refused to believe that brilliant little fireball had been snuffed out so early in her youth. Even when he had seen the crumpled black corpse -- the irrefutable evidence that she was dead -- laying at Peregrine's feet that horrible day, he still couldn't wrap his brain around the reality. It had to be a mistake. That dessicated body couldn't have been Junior. She was a Redleaf-DiSarinno. They didn't just die.

And so he looked for her. Oh, he still attended to his duties as Beta, of course. But his patrols at the boundaries of their packlands became patrols for her. When he scented the wind for intruders, he scented the wind for Junior. Every time his nose lingered above the fragrant earth in search of a trail, he hoped to stumble upon her trail. Each time the warm summer breeze tousled his black mane, he thought he heard her voice. The passion that drove him to carry the torch for his niece was relentless; it emanated from the very center of what made him who he was, and there was no question that he would continue the hunt until he found her.

He found himself today at the northeastern edges of their packlands, in the highlands near Porcupine Ridge. It was windy here, the skies grey and foreboding with the promise of rain soon. The rocky earth made for precarious footing, and he picked his way over its surface gingerly to avoid slipping or twisting an ankle. He reached an area of level ground and stopped for a while to just sit and look out over the lands, pondering everything and wondering why tragedy always seemed to find his family. Time passed while he sat at this lofty perch and let his mind wander, until a shift in the wind brought him back to the present and he realized he should probably head home. He thought of visiting with Blue Willow, for if anyone could lift his spirits, it was her. A faint line of a smile curved his lips as he began to descend back down the rocky path, pebbles tumbling down the slope ahead of him.

It happened in an instant. One minute he was moving along just fine, the next minute, he was tumbling violently down the steep hill. It happened so fast and he was so bewildered that he couldn't even cry out. He felt each impact as his body hit the stony earth, and the exquisite pain that followed each blow. All the way down he scrabbled at the loose scree in a desperate attempt to slow his fall, but his efforts were in vain. At the bottom, he rolled sharply and there was a sudden, hideous crack as his head struck the edge of a large boulder. When he finally fell still, he was unable to move, speak, or even think. Minutes or hours passed by -- time no longer meaning anything to him -- and he remained where he lay, glazed eyes staring emptily off into space, his body as limp and motionless as one dead except for involuntary twitches of his muscles as his brain swelled.

"Hey, look," Peregrine said to his daughter, who bounded ahead of him as they made their way home following their visit to Stavanger Bay. "Up there," he said when she stopped and looked back at him questioningly. Her two-toned gaze followed his line of sight as he pointed his black muzzle skyward. "Do you see? The wolf climbing the mountain? Looks like a speck from here. Hey..." The Alpha suddenly sounded excited. "I think that's your Uncle Atti! What the hell is he doing up there? Where the hell has that bonehead been?" He was speaking to himself now rather than to Osprey Jr.

Moving more swiftly now, Peregrine trotted around the plateau, avoiding the main towpath and seeking one of the bush trails nearer to the foothills. It would deliver him more swiftly to his brother's location. Yet even as the Alpha male arced around his homeland, he saw the black speck suddenly jerk and begin tumbling down the rugged slope. Peregrine froze, causing Junior to bump into his hind leg. He stared, horror-struck, as the wolf tumbled far down the craggy terrain and then slammed to a stop at the valley floor with a crack! that Peregrine heard even from a distance.

"Shit!" he cried out, forgetting all about Junior as he burst forward, closing the distance between himself and the fallen wolf. It's not Atticus! It can't be Atticus! he found himself thinking and desperately hoping. His heart throbbed in his throat and his lungs burned. As he drew in breath, he caught his sibling's unmistakable scent. By the time he reached him, there was no doubt left in Peregrine's mind. His older brother lay at his feet, twitching like a dying animal.

"No. Oh... fuck. Atti?" Peregrine gasped raggedly, slinging himself to the ground and thrusting his face into his brother's. Atticus was unresponsive for a moment but then his eyes opened, making the Alpha's heart jump. "Atti! Dude, are you okay...?" He nudged the black male softly, though Atticus didn't say anything. He didn't make any noise at all. And when Peregrine looked into his eyes, he realized that his brother's gaze was... vacant. It was peculiar and unsettling.

"Daddy, what's wrong?!" Osprey cried behind him, huffing and puffing. She looked at her uncle with trepidation. "Uncle Atti fell?! Is he okay?" she queried, stepping closer and sniffing. She didn't smell blood, so she figured he couldn't be hurt too badly.

"Yes, Uncle Atti fell," Peregrine said softly. He couldn't stop staring into Atticus's icy eyes, which were at once so familiar and strangely alien. He's catatonic. "He's hurt. He... let's see if we can help him sit up," Peregrine said to his daughter, motioning for her to move to Atticus's other side. Together, they hoisted him upward. Peculiarly, he cooperated, yet he weaved almost drunkenly and still wouldn't speak. Not to mention that thousand yard stare...

Osprey stared at her uncle. "Hey!" she shouted suddenly. "Why aren't you talkin', Uncle Atti? Cat got your tongue?" Oblivious to the graveness of the matter, she poked at him. When Atticus did not react, her smile twitched, then fell. She looked questioningly at her father.

"Let's help him home," Peregrine said in a shaky voice. We have to get him to Blue Willow. "C'mon, Atti," he added softly, coaxing his brother to his feet. Atticus rose, robotic. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Peregrine pressed his flank to his brother's and began shuffling back toward the main towpath.