Autumn Snow and Sun [open]

[Apollo (Wisherchance)]

Apollo still searched for a home despite the fact that he remained anchored in with Bezdomny, or Kelev, as that other wolf had called him. The white wolf looked around as he mutely traversed the lands. The sun landed on his wings and warmed them to the bone despite the cool air. He had grown into a nicely sized wolf and he could feel some magic in his bones, stirring up from the ancient heritage that his mother had been denied. She could not command an element, yet her hybrid son would be destined to wield one. Perhaps it was the Great Spirit’s way of saying it was sorry for short-handing him. Being deaf in this wild world was a huge disadvantage.

The young male had grown to his full size already. Bezdomny had done a great job with raising him despite the fact that Bezdomny was pretty much off his rocker. Even Apollo, his adoptive son, could see that. At least, the old Sennyo’s parenting practices were lax, and allowed the deaf Lupus and Keiyou hybrid to wander.

Although there was no biological link between Apollo and his adoptive father, he seemed to have inherited Bezdomny’s wanderlust. Like two migratory birds, they separated until they found each other at the decided upon destination. During their rest stops at various locations as they headed from the North lands down to the warm South to winter, they were true loners. However, it shouldn’t be too long before they became a family again.

Soon, the stones and trees of the North transformed into the soft contours of the East. The Prairie opened up before Apollo and his sharp eyes took in everything. The sights. He took a deep breath. The smells. There was the old fragrance of the flowers that used to make the fields come alive. But for now, the yellow brown winter grass poked through a thin layer of snow, already hardened with a crust of frost.

Apollo yawned before he plopped on his side, a wing tucked up along his back to become more comfortable as to not feel the brunt of his slowly growing weight. The lanky teenaged wolf was finally starting to fill out and grow his adult muscles. His free wing rested half opened, to drink up more of the sunshine. His guard was down, but he felt too good to worry.

[dapple]

Sunset had begun to limp, her mouth begging for water in the dry crusted plain. She closed her mouth and swallowed, but it did no good. Sunset groaned, her paws ached. Her hindlegs and tongue and whole body was whining for water, to be nearby. However, the dry land was disgustingly barren of any liquid. Sunset longed for the months spent before she left her parents, where she could dive down anytime to get water or be in it.

Sunset stopped, her eyes looking around. Some other wolves she'd met previously had actually mistaken Sunset for a regular Timber wolf, and she had almost sighed. Were land wolves really not able to notice the slowness or her metallic eyes. However, that allowed her to not have a fight.

Sunset slowly walked forward, her sandpapery tongue hanging out. She sniffed the soft breeze, then smelled the faint smell of wolf. The scent was close, though the wind only allowed a sniff of it as it blew past her. Sunset opened her jaws, but not in a howl.
"Heelloo?" she called, then noticing the brown male twenty yards away. He did not appear to hear her though.