04-09-2014, 11:34 AM
Avery has never heard this song before. She does not sing along, in part because -- don't tell anyone -- she doesn't have a very good singing voice, but primarily because she comes to the moot in hispo, her white fur still thick from the colder temperatures, her eyes still a piercing blue. As ever, she stays close to Javed, keeps an extra set of eyes on Ruby, because while the cub is her packmate's responsibility, Avery thinks quite well of her, and remembers all too well what it was like to be a cub who was not also a child.
While they howl and sing and stomp for Gaia, she finds another cub out in the crowd, a tiny Fianna whose name is Jill, who is only 11. Not to introduce herself, not to jostle her or nip her or nuzzle hello, but to keep an eye out for her. To see how she responds to all this.
But when it comes time to truly open the sky, Avery stops thinking about the younger, or the pack-bound. She raises her muzzle to the air and howls, a sound far more pure and more enriching than any singing she might do.
While they howl and sing and stomp for Gaia, she finds another cub out in the crowd, a tiny Fianna whose name is Jill, who is only 11. Not to introduce herself, not to jostle her or nip her or nuzzle hello, but to keep an eye out for her. To see how she responds to all this.
But when it comes time to truly open the sky, Avery stops thinking about the younger, or the pack-bound. She raises her muzzle to the air and howls, a sound far more pure and more enriching than any singing she might do.
my whole life is thunder.