Cerulean Cape And maybe then we'll talk

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Thresher’s spirits weren’t quite ready to be lifted, but he did give her the courage to, in the very least, carry on and deal with the sadness she felt. It was still something new, and new things were very frightening for the anxiety-ridden girl. She generally liked routine, and she knew that much...All of this uncertainty was making her very nervous and vulnerable to mood swings she hadn’t been prepared for- but she couldn’t for the life of her remember where she was from, or what her routines had been. She was living her life simply based on instinct now, and it frightened her. She did not like being alone, and she definitely did not like death. The stranger was the least of her worries, though strangers had rarely ever been cause for concern. Though Thresher was shy, she didn’t lack trust; her naive nature combined with her inexperience created a wolf who was gentle, shy, but perhaps vulnerable to corruption if she ever fell into the wrong hands. Fortune had smiled upon her, though, and had brought her a savior who was most encouraging and kind to her.

He lifted her chin and she looked up with shimmering brown eyes, flattening her long, feathered ears so that the tufted tips lay back against the soft beige of her neck, touching just where her faded dorsal stripe led down her spine. His eyes were bright silver, the same hue the ocean waters took when they reflected the moonlight. She couldn’t hold his gaze for long, but made an effort to wave her tail slightly, agreeing that she would try to do what he was asking. As soon as he took his muzzle away, her chin naturally lowered- Thresher’s posture was rarely ever proud or confident, but she did stop herself from tucking her chin against her chest, as she usually did, with her finely arched neck. She still looked like a scarecrow, propped in a position she hadn’t chosen herself- but it was an effort she was somewhat willing to make.

He then asked her a few questions which made her wilt visibly, causing her barely swinging tail to still and tuck between her hind feet, the tip brushing against the ground now that her knees bent slightly. She was alone, she was hungry, and she was lost. Was she alright? Well, she wasn’t in the same state as the whale, and that thought made her shudder lightly. She knew it was impolite not to answer him- but it was also wrong to talk to strangers...A new memory appeared in her mind, and all she could see was thick, beige fur, but there was something in it...A ring of thorns, or something like that. She heard a warm, calming voice tell her that strangers weren’t always bad...But that she shouldn’t go talking to them without a parent present. Unfortunately, she couldn’t remember who had said those words to her, and she’d already introduced herself. The memory, though, calmed her slightly. Something about that wolf with the thorns about its throat made her feel loved.

”Hungry,” She finally murmured, almost apologetically. She didn’t want to ask anything of him, but at the same time, she felt miserable, and it always felt better when food happened. She could feel the warmth of siblings alongside her still, as she fed...The fur of her mother was dark. She remembered that much, now- but nothing else came to her. She guessed, then, that the male whose looks were identical to hers, aside from the necklace of thorns, was her father and her mother had dark, glossy black fur. She was mesmerized by those memories for a moment, until she realized she’d zoned out. Her head still ached slightly from the blow she’d taken the day before. ”We….Find food….Peace?” She asked hopefully.

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