A small, careless yawn escaped the youth's mouth. He was deathly bored. Oh, how fun. He pouted and trotted softly across the deep snow. He was cold... Wet... Dirt... Many words could currently decribe Zephyr's appearance. But he couldn't do anything about it, could he? The pup's stuck out the deep snow, attempting to look over the white blanket.He grinned though when he saw it.
In the distance, up a hill, was a pile of lovely sticks.
He broke into a run, though it didn't look so much like it, since he had to push himself through the dry, powdery snow. It had been several minutes when he finally reached it. He greedily sat on it. Proudly, he held his head high up and watched while he rested on his new 'kingdom.'
"One day..." he whispered, "one day I could rule it all...!"
Maybe not, afterall, how could a wolf rule all the sticks in the world, or land for that matter? It'd be better idea to join a pack first, or meet some wolves and make friends. His white-tinged tail wagged violently, slamming against the sticks. They flew all over the place, but he took no mind.
"I claim this pile as mine!" he excalimed. It echoed gently. Okay, he was silly. Really silly. But he was a good boy. That was all that mattered to the pup.
He attempted to let a smal, Awrooooo, after it, but all that came was silence. He sivered and slumped down.
(( *ponders making Zephyr join the same pack Tawariel is in* ))
