Silvertip Mountain let sleeping dogs die.

sawwy ): bye friends <3 @Zaria @Odette @Adeline @Stoic

Solemn was almost 3 months old. His sweet puppy-blue eyes had begun to shift into a dull green, which would soon turn even further into a golden yellow. His paws had gotten wider, and they thudded loudly against the ground as he waddled around. Solemn had not yet spoken, but his siblings babbling became more coherent as the days went on. His ears had perked by now, but the right one still flopped lazily to the side when he was relaxed. He didn't really look it, but he was growing up.

While the child grew, his living conditions worsened. By no fault of his mother Solemn had begun to give up food for his siblings. There was not much going around to begin with, but the young boy was matured enough to understand this. Adeline and Stoic were too carefree and competeitive to notice-- they fought and argued over the scraps that came into the den while Odie ate her share silently. Once unsupervised-- which was quite often-- Solemn refused to touch it. He'd nose it to baby Odie and move to his corner of the den, refusing to eat or socialize. His stomach begun to sink in, bulging in weird places as malnutrition set in. The boy stayed inside to avoid heat, but was rarely without his soft pink tongue sticking out in a heavy pant. He was constantly exhausted and too sick to move. His puppy mind never wondered if anyone noticed-- he was too young to understand the problem. He only wanted Odie to be okay, and although he was starving he made no fuss about it-- so no one made a fuss over him.

Solemn was almost 3 months old when he collapsed into a small patch of grass. It was pathetic, barely able to stretch itself from the dirt and reach towards the sun. But the babe had noticed it, and he waddled from the den to see if the green had really come back. He'd collapsed into the grass as soon as his widened feet touched down, his green eyes rolling back as dust rippled up around him. His tongue rolled from his maw, although it was already out from his excessive panting. He'd fallen without ever breathing a single word of opinion or thought-- but perhaps that made it less of a loss. The brown pup laid limp in the small patch of grass as the dust settled around him, the sun beating down on the poor boy. 

Solemn was almost 3 months old when he died, and perhaps it was for the best.