The Wall (´;︵;`)

Outcome of previous thread uncertain, remaining vague.

How’d he end up here...?

Kubo’s mind flashed back to the kind lady, then back to his safe zone, before returning to the present. So long had passed since he lost his way—the way in which his body had grown made that clear—but he still felt no closer to home than he had before. Was he destined to never return? Should he give up already? His options, as few as there were, rushed through his head before settling on the most heart-wrenching one: it was time to give up.

As the decision set in, he came to an immediate stop on the mountain side whilst a loud sob broke through. He would never return home, he would never see his family again—he was destined to be lost forever, wandering for an eternity with no sight of the end. So, there on the mountain he stayed, crying his heart out, wishing he’d never left.

Forsyth had been hearing a weird noise. The cougar female had not expected to find another wolf youngster. She didn't even know that wolves could make these sounds. Then again, these canines did have a lot of annoying tones in their vocabulary. These wolves she met couldn't be independent? How come that she had found a second juvenile roaming these mountains? She didn't understand anything about these wolves!

She watched the youngster from a higher ridge with some curiosity. She felt that the cub was experiencing extreme emotions. Forsyth had a cub of her own but they never displayed this kind of behavior. It made the mother in her curious about this behavior. She dropped from the ridge to that of where the wolf was crying. She landed gracefully and with barely a sound. A low throaty growl came from her to announce herself, intense amber eyes on the child. The crying sounds were annoying but somehow playing on her motherly instincts.

his days had been spent in exploration of the mountains and their surrounding territories. stigmata had chosen a wide range to contemplate, and it pleased mahler in his usual, silent way. today he had taken to ridge-climbing, and it was not long before the stench of another predator came to reek in his nostrils.
bristling, the gargoyle drew himself upward into the narrow path, ears coming to fore as another sound pierced the air: the cry of a child. not only a child; one he knew.
swiftcurrent was laced here, if lightly — mahler snarled a terrible warning as the golden body of the cougar descended near chusi's son, and wasted no time in lunging forward to deliver a warning snap, intending to place his bulk between that of the cat and the child.

Through his sobs he noticed the arrival of another creature far larger than himself. Sniffing—both to clear his nostrils and take in her scent—he realised that it wasn’t a malformed wolf. Actually, he had no idea what she was, aside from female. He tilted his head as he gazed in her direction, curious but worried—worried that this creature was not kind, that she might attack and hurt him. Kubo was not a fighter, he didn’t know how to fight, and he certainly did not know that he stood no chance against a cougar—but, well, how could he when he didn’t even know what a cougar was? So many things he’d never learned, never been taught, and had never experienced firsthand.

His mouth opened as if he might say something, then promptly snapped shut as he scurried backwards, heart pounding. Yet another mass appeared, though this one was male and most definitely a wolf. Being so young then, and even now, Kubo did not recognise the newcomer. All he recognised was the way he positioned himself and held his body, as well as the snarl that tore from his throat.

Were they going to fight? Why were they going to fight? Frozen in place, he stared with wide eyes at the both of them, equally curious, nervous, and downright terrified.

...up until he could stare no longer. Something came to life within his mind, an instinct—a voice—that pushed him to retreat; if he could just flee whilst they busied one another, he would be free from falling victim to friendly fire. Fueled by that which he knew not the origins of, Kubo took off like a bat out of hell, leaving the duo far behind in his rear view mirror.