Hushed Willows Sim Sala Bim on Your Tongue

@Lumiya

An Odyssey, his mother had called it. That was the word, right? A journey or a...a long walk or something? Perhaps the yearling should have listened more closely to the soft-spoken words the elder wolf had shared with him. He was almost certain though, and found the word tingling softly upon his lips as he continued to tread over the rich earth underpaw. 

Dante wondered quietly whether his trek could truly be considered an odyssey, when in reality he had no purpose. Hell, the kid didn't even have a direction at the moment. He hardly could tell how long he'd been walking now. His perception of time had been skewed since he had lift familiarity, and now only measured distance by how deep the cracks in his paw-pads cut, how labored his breath became between rests, and (more recently), how much dirt had begun to cling to his once-plush coat. 

It was fine, though. Everything was fine. 

The boy gave a soft huff as he began to slow his pace to a stop. Just. He needed to regather his thoughts. He was- he was okay. Dante inhaled deeply, a slight hint of salt on the air catching his attention. God, he missed the sea. As he blew out his breath, the young wolf wondered how long it would take him to reach a shoreline if he followed his nose. It couldn't be that far, right? Fuck. He was supposed to be moving away from familiarity, not making sad attempts to replicate it. Dante dropped heavily onto his haunches, closing his eyes. 

Fuck. It was fine. He was fine.