Hushed Willows by the color tv glow

By mid-morning it seemed that the majority of the wolves had left The Crook. Whatever it was that they favored to do, Mordecai hadn't entirely discovered. He wasn't exactly the quickest when it came to getting acquainted, as his own interests had been narrow and focused on his family. It was their absence that sent him venturing for them, though on this particular day he was more inclined to find his children. @Larkspur had been the last he thought to have seen, so it was her that he started to search for first.

The reason for this, of course, was a rather large branch that had fallen in the last round of poor weather that had come through. He carried it awkwardly between his jaws, not quite having a grasp on where its middle was. It had long shed the spindly, smaller branches from the limb and though void of leaves, it was still a strong piece of wood. If nothing else, he thought he could spark some matter of play.

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