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#but heey yes you are my first ic post julie!!
plumelost · 7 years
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a movement across the dense snowy plains catches the wolf's eye, and it cocks its chin, gives one curious wag of its tail. is that... a bird? a human? wandering through the snow? not close but perhaps wanting to investigate further, the beast pads toward the strange creature.
               it’s so cold. so unbearably, unbelievably cold. it’s                            nothing like the brisk chill of rito village, where                            the wind was more crisp air than raw ice, where                            the snow fell in mild wavelets rather than sporadic                            blasts, where the fog could be lifted with a mere                            flap of tiny wings. it’s so, so cold…but he has a                            mission to complete. a purpose to fulfil. so the                            child only huffs in the face of such frigid conditions,                            huffs and shivers and tries shaking off his frosted                            feathers.
               they respond with a painful crack.
               maybe i should turn back, some part of him thinks                            then. maybe i should turn back, maybe i should—
               but what about dad? another part asks, and it’s louder                            than his doubts, louder than his worries, louder than                            all his fears; what about dad, what if he’s lost, what                            if he’s waiting for someone to find him, what if he’s                            waiting for me—
               what is that.
               something moves in the distance, too small to be                            a moose, yet too big to be a fox. he stills, hoping                            that whatever it is (please don’t be a lynel, please                            don’t be a lynel, dad says they have a taste for                            children, please don’t be a lynel) will ignore him                            and go away, but it’s just getting closer and closer                            and closer and—…! 
               he dares to hope.
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                                     ❝d-dad?❞
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