Mali had evolved into a creature that seemed to be comprised entirely of legs, probably resembling Morrowind's stilt strider in proportion more than a wolf. Definitely an awkward stage for the poor kid, especially when he turned himself into a pretzel to groom himself after taking a nap like he had just done.
His sisters being missing was kind of an issue though he wasn't sure what to do about it. It made it harder for him to wander off and be left to his own devices just due to sheer lack of numbers, though he'd managed to slip whoever might have been keeping an eye on him earlier in the day anyway, if someone was (which probably someone was, giving his missing sisters). Also annoying considering he still did not want to be anywhere near the two mothers and their invading pups and was to the point bluntly refusing to associate with them. And what about his own mom? Whatever happened in other threads still left him with more questions. Her abrupt return was part of the reason he didn't go searching for his siblings. His own searches for Queenie had been fruitless and then she just showed up on her own. So wouldn't the same thing happen? Mali had no idea.
With a stretch and a yawn he got to his feet. rubbing his shoulder against the rough trunk of the tree he'd curled up at the foot of. It wasn't his normal tree of choice when it came to sleeping for the night (returning to that one right now would get him found quickly), but at least it scratched itches pretty well.
So. Now what?
His sisters being missing was kind of an issue though he wasn't sure what to do about it. It made it harder for him to wander off and be left to his own devices just due to sheer lack of numbers, though he'd managed to slip whoever might have been keeping an eye on him earlier in the day anyway, if someone was (which probably someone was, giving his missing sisters). Also annoying considering he still did not want to be anywhere near the two mothers and their invading pups and was to the point bluntly refusing to associate with them. And what about his own mom? Whatever happened in other threads still left him with more questions. Her abrupt return was part of the reason he didn't go searching for his siblings. His own searches for Queenie had been fruitless and then she just showed up on her own. So wouldn't the same thing happen? Mali had no idea.
With a stretch and a yawn he got to his feet. rubbing his shoulder against the rough trunk of the tree he'd curled up at the foot of. It wasn't his normal tree of choice when it came to sleeping for the night (returning to that one right now would get him found quickly), but at least it scratched itches pretty well.
So. Now what?
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By caves where never sun has shone - by Mal - October 08, 2018, 10:46 PM