It had been over a year since The Fellowship had gone their separate ways. Wolf had returned to her pack with tales to tell and had been welcomed back with joy. Currently she was watching the den while the rest of the pack roamed. She didn't mind, it gave her a chance to relax and think about life.
The sky shone a beautiful blue, Spring was just turning to Summer and the world rejoiced. Insects buzzed, flowers bloomed and the wind over the grassland made it look like the ripple of a wolf’s hide, glossy with health.
As Wolf lay resting, watching the world bask in the glow of the day, she heard a faint whimper. It sounded like a pup but any pups from the den were out with their parents. Gazing around she saw nothing but the sound came again. Following her ears she moved off to seek the source. It wasn't hard to find, a large white bird was sitting on a hill nearby. It looked strange, beautiful, but magical. It observed Wolf until she reached a certain distance. Then spreading its wings it leaped into the air, leaving behind it a bundle. Wolf watched it as it drifted around far above. It didn't look like it was going to head off anywhere and was circling the area. The whimpering came again, attracting Wolf's attention to the thing the bird had left. Moving closer she saw it was a homemade blanket woven from different animal furs. Beside it lay a piece of parchment and within the blanket something moved. Carefully, Wolf reached out and pulled the blanket open. A small round face with huge blue eyes met her gaze. A tiny fox kit, old enough to be without its mother but too small to live on its own, gazed at her. Its eyes were still blue with youth and its ears had yet to straighten out. Wolf stared. She leaned forward and breathed in; the kit's scent was very familiar. The kit responded by swiping at her nose and getting up. The blanket was still wrapped around its legs however and it flopped down in a pile of limbs and fabric. The movement caused the parchment to flutter up, revealing writing. Wolf caught it and with one eye on the squirming pup she read the message it contained.
If you're reading this, then the little one made it. I went my own way and found what I was looking for: a home range. At last, after so much searching, I have a place to call home. Star and Tipper are both well and carved out their own homes alongside mine. Star has raised a fine nest of chicks and recently Tipper found a mate.
Thing is, Tipper being Tipper, this mate was not what you would call a regular fox. He's a fine fellow though and her litter is healthy. It's also big. She had a huge first litter. So many pups in fact that she can't cope. I'm helping of course as are the others of my new home.
But this one seems to have taken after me though I'm not sure how. The little pup has the heart of an adventurer and is always looking to the next horizon. This place just isn't right for the poor thing.
You once said you never had pups of your own, I know it’s a bit much to ask but would you consider giving this one a home with you? Tipper is happy if you can as she can't think of a better mentor for her pup. The father means that the little one may have magic one day. If so I'm not going to be able to guide the poor thing.
The bird that brought the pup will stay until you decide what you want to do. If you're happy to give the little one a home, the bird will come back. If you have reasons why not, the bird will bring the little one back to us.
If you don't mind I'll wonder over in the Spring to see how the little one is getting on, once the rest of them can fend for themselves!
I hope you are well and the little one brings you as much joy as you could wish for.
Light of White Oak (Quercus)
A small bark made Wolf look down. The pup has managed to free itself from the blanket and was gazing at her. It didn't seem afraid that she was a good deal bigger than it. It barked again and wondered over to her, putting its paw on hers. It needed so much. A name, a home, a family, feeding, love, the list was endless. The little pup whined and tilted its head.The pack returned to find Wolf asleep outside of the den. Resting with her, curled up safe in the crook of Wolf's shoulder was a small fox cub. A strange little creature with an appetite for adventure to give all of the wolves a surprise.
Current Residence: It's that green and blue place, third one from the sun in that sparkly system.|
Favourite genre of music: No clue.
Favourite photographer: Don't think I know any.
Favourite style of art: Not sure, I can't use any of 'em.
Operating System: It works and I don't get the spanner.
MP3 player of choice: One that works.
Shell of choice: Blue/green peal
Wallpaper of choice: Computer or room?
Skin of choice: Blue. Tropical beach blue.
Favourite cartoon character: They're all so huggable!!!
Personal Quote: Don't let reality spoil your day!