ban the watchers in that hour

*snags*

The days were growing shorter, and yet for the Ostrega, they seemed to begin to stretch on and on in an endless haze. He was quickly coming to realize that his medication's side effects were growing more and more unpleasantly intense. It was to the point that he wanted to quit, but whenever he felt the drugs release his system, his emotions and his mental state went into overdrive down the dark, polluted paths through his veins. He couldn't stand to be without it, and yet he was finding himself quickly becoming more and more unable to stand being with it.

This hadn't impeded the boy's drive to keep busy at his tasks, though. His first birthday was nearing and with it, his entrance into the adult ranks. Summer knew his position in the pack would depend upon more than just his longevity and loyalty--his dedication and skill as a wolf would be tested as well. He was determined to earn his first trade by the time that day came when he would finally rise within the pack, and so he kept working at it, even when his awareness of what was happening was at its lowest points.

Fortunately, when he came upon the Plateau wolf, he was in that good place between intoxication and sobriety where he felt his most normal. It would be brief, he knew, for as time passed and he fell more and more into the opiate's pit, those moments were growing shorter and shorter. But, it was with clear eyes that he looked upon the lanky wolf whose call he had heeded, albeit still a slightly slow mental function.

Summer eyed the wolf without a word, trusting in the dominance and command of his posture to ask the question unspoken from his lips.

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