Cedar Sweep Skeletons in the closet.
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As of this date, Elfie can be considered as missed in action.

As the weeks wore on, the food began to become scarce in the strath and Elfie experienced for the first time in his life the painful ache in his belly and down-trodden mood that came with the hunger. He no longer patrolled against the tall wall of rocks and rubble, where Towhee had made her way over several days ago, and which no one else from the pack had attempted to conquer.

The feeling of not belonging here and being forgotten by everyone grew in his heart stronger with every passing day. So did anger, because he had not left home to suffer here like this, he had come to learn. And none of his dreams had become reality, because no one cared. That hurt even more. He sulked through the forest, sought food and felt no inclination to join the remaining Asterism Grove wolves. In his eyes, they had betrayed him, even if they had not promised him anything to start with. 

A quarter of an hour before the earthquake took place and freed the way to the outside, Elfie found himself on that end of the Hideaway strath, which faced the Boartusk Heights. A white hare appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, but, what made the young hunter follow him was not the hunger alone. It was the smell of a world beyond the strath. The animal had found another door here that no one knew of. Elfie was determined to find out, where it was. 

He found a tunnel with low ceilings and after some hesitation crawled inside. He sensed the tell-tale tremors of the ground, he quickened his pace and all of a sudden the world around him was a chaos of loud crashes and rubble, dust blinded him and the walls closed around him. With a muffled whimper he pushed forward, not knowing, where exactly it would take him, but his young mind not accepting the idea of being buried here alive. 

Then something hit him on the head, another pressed his body against the stone floor and the last thing he saw before he passed out, was the warm glow of his mother's golden-brown eyes looking down at him.
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Skeletons in the closet. - by Towhee - November 12, 2019, 12:21 PM
RE: Skeletons in the closet. - by Rye - November 12, 2019, 01:42 PM
RE: Skeletons in the closet. - by Towhee - November 12, 2019, 02:01 PM
RE: Skeletons in the closet. - by Fennec - November 12, 2019, 04:04 PM
RE: Skeletons in the closet. - by Merlin - November 15, 2019, 09:30 AM
RE: Skeletons in the closet. - by Aneira - November 16, 2019, 08:09 AM
RE: Skeletons in the closet. - by Effie - November 19, 2019, 09:56 PM
RE: Skeletons in the closet. - by Towhee - December 02, 2019, 02:37 PM
RE: Skeletons in the closet. - by Fennec - December 05, 2019, 07:21 PM
RE: Skeletons in the closet. - by Towhee - December 11, 2019, 11:33 AM
RE: Skeletons in the closet. - by Fennec - December 12, 2019, 09:54 AM