Dawnlark Plains blinding light raging down from the sky

Me too! :D

There was some part of Jorunn's mind — childish though it still was — that wondered for how much longer he could keep going on like this. How hard was too hard? How far was too far? A survivor? Yes, but he was still just a child, and though incredible luck had been on his side thus far, death would eventually ascend down upon him and claim him: as it had done Ragnar. His father. Yet, these questions, advanced as they were for his age, did not linger in the face of his optimism. He was a legend — or named after one, it was the same thing to him — and legends could defeat the odds even when they were stacked against him. Turning it into some epic fantasy adventure was the only way that he was able to cope with it, to press himself further in the hopes of seeing his mother and siblings, his twin again; not able to grasp the realization that they likely thought him dead.

Jorunn was weakened by the harsh environments not suited for young children (such as himself), and found himself stumbling again. His paw pads hurt, his stomach hurt, and he was tired; but those survival instincts kept him from plopping down and drifting off in the middle of the plains, determined not to see him brought to an untimely end, apparently. A gentle chuff reached the boy's ears, deep and unfamiliar, but it was definitely wolf. Ears of platinum silver perked and his head — previous drooped to reflect his exhaustion — lifted allowing his gaze to sweep over the larger male in the shortening distance. The other male's form was a blur of grays when he moved, and Jorunn startled, taking a step backwards, ears slicking back to his skull.

He might have recognized the other as a wolf by scent, but the encounter with the bear — the starter of all of this mess in Jorunn's mind — was still fresh in the child's mind. “Yew can't eatises me!” He screamed at the older male (apparently volume control still wasn't a thing for him yet), or rather screamed the best he could, though his childish voice was hoarse from his trials.