Wolf RPG

The sky was angry. Etienne stood on a hillside overlooking the hollow. His golden gaze upon the horizon and the lightning that colored the black sky in bleedings of light. The ground whined beneath his feet and his ears stayed tight to his head. The sound overwhelming to his sensitive ears.

He lifted his paws and placed them back down. The vibrations overwhelming. Then the sky screamed and rain rushed to bathe him in its cleansing embrace. Matting his fur over lean body. Slicking the fur of his granme into a tightened cape.

He titled head forward letting the rain sluice down his face and he lifted his voice to singing of the sea. A sailors call for those might be lost to sea.

Donnie had begun to settle in, though still felt quite nervous in this new place. It was very green and lush, and the smells were incredible. He felt the air grow thick with tension and felt what he thought was a quiet rumble in both the air and the ground. A light flash overhead caused him to look up.

He saw little other than that flash, but felt his hair lift in the moment before the lightning struck a tree close to him. It took a sound that loud for him to be able to hear it as a dull thump, but he was for a moment frozen to the spot before he was released from the lashing veins of electricity that spread through the ground and crumpled to the ground.

He coughed and wheezed, and felt dizzy. His paws felt very sore and when he looked at them, they were lightly singed. The rain soothed him, but he feared now the chance that the lightning might strike him- and tried to pull himself to his feet to scuttle for cover only to realize that every step was agony.

Etienne didn't know all the wolves yet. But he saw one from a distance. And then he saw the lightning
Before he could even call out a warning. The youth was struck.

Eti raced towards him. Rain lashing him. Eyes barely clear, but he made it slipping and sliding. He had to yell to be heard.

'old on. I get some aloe.

He ruahed towards a nearby storage cache and pulled from its innsrds a green plant.

Donnie only looked up when he felt a splatter of water than announced the sliding stop of another wolf. The boy who approached looked to be a yearling, perhaps about the same age as Anselm. There was concern on his features, but Donnie did not register any words he spoke. Above the high ringing in his ears, there was little else to be heard.

He moved to go with the young, sand-pelted man but could not keep up. He whimpered longingly, and sat back down, before laying on his stomach to spare his feet the pain.

Etienne returned as fast as he could and lay the plant near the boys paws. With gentle movement he snipped the end off with sharp teeth and pressed lightly for the goop to come out.

He frowned this would hurt to apply but should ease the pain quickly after. So he gently used his paw to transfer to the boys paw. Making soothing noises in his ches. Unsure if the youth could hear him.

He looked at the tree with wariness they would need to move soon. Lightning could strike twice.

Having been saved by one of the pack's leaders not long ago, Donnie found it relatively easy to put trust in yet another wolf from the pack that had taken him in. He remained quiet and curious, though he shuddered when he saw the boy return with a plant that had small spikes around the edges. He tensed, but when Etienne stripped back some of the thick, green flesh of the plant and revealed a clear ooze, he became curious. He sniffed; the plant had a unique smell though it was somewhat reminiscent of pine. 

He flattened his ears and furrowed his brow as Etienne reached for one of his paws, at first reluctant to allow it to be touched. He whispered a soft whine, pleading, and he twitched when the odd, cool ointment was wiped onto his pawpad. He pulled it back as Etienne treated the others so he could smell it again. He resisted the urge to lick his foot. 

Etienne's eyes flicked up to the tree. Donnie glanced over his shoulder, lips pulled tight. The tree stood, still, but had a long, dark streak down the length of its trunk. He felt fortunate to have survived the incident, though the ringing in his ears was beginning to give him a headache. 

Now that his feet had been treated, he pulled them in close, trying at the same time to avoid getting them muddy. He tried to tuck them beneath himself, to keep the rain from washing the aloe off, but every time his paws brushed against his body they smarted, causing him to whine. He wanted nothing more than to just flip over onto his pack and hold his paws up to keep them from touching anything, but the angry clouds overhead threatened. Unsure of what to do, he simply tucked his paws in and frowned deeply, feeling very much like a newborn fawn.

Thunder roared overhead and the rain pelted Etienne almost painfully. He frowned in thoight. They had to seek shelter, but the younger boy couldn't walk. He was smaller than Eti, but only by so much.

Etienne got closer. You stand, i get under and carry yew. We can't stay under tree. We get struck again.


It would be hard, but Etienne had found he had wells of determination at the most opportune times. He could and would do it.

Donnie felt an odd humming in his head, though he didn't recognize it as sound. It felt like a vibration, and it was beginning to give him a bit of a headache. Unable to explain himself, he looked to Etienne for answers, only to see the boy's mouth move. Donnie mirrored him, opening and closing his mouth, moving his lips, and made a soft vibration in his throat that would create a soft, low sound, but none of it was functioning words. 

It was only through gestures that he understood Etienne intended to help him by getting him further from the place he had been struck. It hadn't occurred to Donnie that lightning might strike twice- but he looked up to Etienne, believing he had the answers to the questions that were roaming around in Donnie's head. 

With the caring boy's help, he was moved away from the exposed tree, and off into the darkness where he would be safe to recover.