wuz feelin random. wrote a little drabble.


The mist hung over the cabin like a foreboding prophecy, darkness curling it's curved claws around Time's territory. Occasionally, it would lightly shower, leaving puddles on the outskirts of the camp that only the pups were happy enough to venture into. Quiet surrounded the camp. No sound could be heard except for the playful shrieks of the pup's playing, and even that couldn't make the camp seem lived in. After the battle, a strange rueful presence had seeped into it, penetrating every inch of it's occupants.

The squander had been stressful on it's dwellers a bit more than it had been on the camp's unusually quiet atmostphere. It was as if the camp were enveloped in the jaws of some dark and dangerous predator. With every breath, it tightened it's muzzle.

Gradually, the pressure awoke Dache. He opened his eyes, still sticky with sleep, and yawned. It was general routine. First, he would stretch. Next, he would emerge from the den and marvel at whatever weather the Twilight Realm had planned for that day. Following that, he would... stand and stare at his strange surroundings? No, that wasn't right. And then he remembered. He was in 'n Deyrnas. His new home. Everyone's new home.

He sighed, but removed his mind from the dark memories of the battle. He remembered readying himself for battle, and Eagle, Catch, and the other Guardians doing the same. And for what? Nothing. By the end of the battle, too many wolves had been injured, and two killed. And for what? Dache thought bitterly. To prove that he was right. And he won. Dache raked his claws down the dirty wood, leaving three parallel scratch marks in the soft wood.

He stepped out of the corner that he had slept in and carefully picked his way amongst the sleeping wolves. Soon, Dache reached his destination- Nazz. Dache's tail wagged slowly from side to side as he watched her sleep. Her sun-soaked pelt rose and fell with every breath she took, though the beauty was somewhat lost in the dust that coated her from yesterday's cleaning. Dache frowned as she sneezed, but her eyes didn't open. Now that can't be healthy, he fretted, and lay down beside her.

"Nazz," He prodded her gently with one dark claw. When all he got out of her was a muffled 'mmmph', he began easing his nose into her thick coat of fur and nudging her more urgently. This time, she rolled over and away from Dache, apparently trying to find some peace in the little sleep she had left.

"Le'mealon," She grumbled. Dache sighed wearily.
"Nazz!" He complained. "Kadzait's not here," He observed. Even the smallest pup knew what that meant. Nazz's eyes shot open, almost comically.

"Why di'nt you shay so?" Her voice was a bit slurred, but Dache could guess at what she was saying. Even his own voice was a bit slushy from sleep.

"I tried, but you didn't listen," He muttered, head hanging low, trying and succeeding to look dejected. He could feel Nazz immediately begin to soften.
"Don't give me that," She stood up, stretched, reveling her muscles, and flew to Dache's side.

"I'm guessing we want to spy, right?" Dache guessed eagerly. Nazz nodded in a 'duh' way. Dache put his ears back. Nazz wagged her tail and leaned slightly toward Dache, so that their pelts brushed. The soft starlight filtered through chinkings in the tall pines and oaks, and the air was crisp and warm. Leaves crackled beneath their paws, brittle from the ever-shorter foreboding winter days. He tried to place his paws as lightly as possible, but as hard as he tried, he was just to clumsy to put his paws down in the right position.

"What in the Twilight Realm are you doing with your feet, Dache?" Nazz asked, obviously growing irrate. Dache apologized hastily and resmued walking normally.


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