The Tangle Heart

"MIETTE!" He screamed.

A storm rattled limbs. He screamed- called again, again and again as he walked deeper and deeper through the tangle.
Winds blew violently on his coat, and there was him, he of Sapphique, soaked by rainfall. Though, home had always felt outlandish, he had never felt more alone than he did now. Trees that did not speak to him, waves from the sky that did not cradle him. Grass that did not bend to him, and creatures that stared and watched with glowing eyes, scattering calls. The arms of vines and thorns that tried to rip his fur out.
Alone.

He did not lie.

He would not do nothing.

He would find his sister.

With or without his pack.

"MIETTE! ASTERA!"

Frigid rain iced his skin. Thibault would not shiver. He would not go back. He would find his sister, he would find--
Thunder struck the earth as an arrow from cupid, drowning his screams and cries. He wanted his sister. He wanted to find Astera. Wanted to help. Step by step, the tides child walked into an earth not his own. Feet too big for his body, ears that were shivering and trembling with the roar of the earth.

"MIETTE!"

A cracking voice, breaking further and further with each call, but he would not stop. Could not stop.