King Elk Forest Raven-song

Lay dormant, lay still, as still as a newborn fawn who’s mother has stepped away to graze.

That was often Min’s only thoughts as she lay still between twigs, grasses, stumps, anything that could provide the slightest bit of shelter from wind, rain, or others of her kind. Despite having found her paws in the last few months and successfully hunted several small prey animals, Akai still left her behind on his little excursions, never enough that she would think she were being abandoned, but ever enough to cause her innate boredom. However, as much as she enjoyed her time alone, there was only ever so many leaves, or toads she could bother before her nose led her back to the large male. Back home. Yes, the woods were their hunting grounds, her playground, but that wolf, with his odd scars, and chattering of birds, he was home to her in the end. 

She exhaled quietly, eyes downcast as she chased after an invisible figure, driven only by scent. It seemed she trusted her nose far better than she ever would her sight. The harshness of the gleaming sun had seen to that early on. Still, as she ventured on, carried by scent and occasional flap of crow wings above, she found herself losing her train of thought, something she often did while alone. By the time reality settled in around her, images of her puphood vanishing in the blink of an eye, she found herself standing before a large tree, Akai’s scent flowing in from just beyond. However, with his scent was that of others, strangers that distorted the feeling of home and made her pelt crawl. Strangers or not, they hadn’t attacked him yet, hadn’t added to his mountain of scars, and as such, they weren’t a threat just yet. She knew of his desire to find a wolf much like himself. 

Kin. 

Sibling.

She took a seat then, peeking from her newfound hiding place with a curiosity to rival that of a newborn. Had he found what he was looking for perhaps?