Silvertip Mountain Another road to travel

It was on her twenty-eigth day of life that her ears straightened up.  This happened only minutes from her Father’s death.  Odette had just been sitting at the edge of the den quietly, so very still, when her ears straightened up.  At first it was a surprise.  Yet another glorious gift had been given too her!  Now she could see and hear!  Touch, sound, sight, taste, smell, the ability to move!  It was all so lovely... so wonderful.  The joy of sound lasted for a few minutes.  She enjoyed it, loved it even.  Odette's tail wagged happily with joy.  This was glorious!

Then she heard a voice, a yell.  It was the first voice she had ever heard and it was knitted was pain... oh so much pain.  Her Mother left with a single word: Stay.  She did.  Yet the sound had been pretty close so the pup scented the air.  In attempts to figure out who it was.  When she scented the air, Odette was surprised and for some reason that she did not yet understand her heart felt as if it had been turned into a heavy stone.  It matched the scent of the black and white wolf.  The one that she had wanted to stay with her.  She didn’t understand death, nor pain entirely.  It was simply not in her knowledge range yet.  Although she could feel that something was different, something was wrong.  Something... no someone was... gone.

Gone forever.