The prompt you have to answer is a simple one: it is a wolf dream.
Your kin lies down for the night, and when next they open their eyes, they are a wolf. Their companion wolf is beside them. What happens from there is up to you -- do they hunt together? Do they race, go for a swim? Do they fight? Be creative, or go for a classic.
Your kin lies down for the night, and when next they open their eyes, they are a wolf. Their companion wolf is beside them. What happens from there is up to you -- do they hunt together? Do they race, go for a swim? Do they fight? Be creative, or go for a classic.
He went to sleep with the knowledge that his new daughter and son were sleeping contentedly a few feet away.
When he awoke, it was to find them gone.
Fierce was not entirely worried about this; they were grown, after all, and they were strong willed and intelligent, as all of his children were (mostly). He set aside the part of himself that wanted to worry, and instead focused on the strange feeling in his legs and his chest and his head. They felt lighter than usual, less of their old strength in them, which was in and of itself concerning. He stretched out and saw a paw, toes curled, nails digging into the pad under his foot.
A wolf. Not a kimeti.
He rolled to his side and stood, feeling the strangeness of it coursing through him. Fierce tested the ground with a tentative prod; it felt solid enough under him that he knew he was probably not gone away, at least not entirely. His eyes were sharper than they were as a kimeti, everything clearer, and the smells all around nearly overwhelmed him in their intensity.
So this is what they feel like, Fierce thought, musing to himself. Watch and Sharp were always at his side, after all; now he understood what it must be like for them, at least a little.
They were there as well, both awake and both watching him with wary eyes. Sharp stood, while Watch sat, leaning against her mate's side, but neither had moved. The three of them did nothing for a few minutes, merely looked, and Fierce felt a thrum of something low in his belly, something akin to hunger, or perhaps just adrenaline.
He didn't want to stay still. Something drove him to move, and so he did, picking up a rapid pace away from where he had fallen asleep and towards the edge of the trees that would lead out onto the open, sandy beaches of the Crescent Tribe where Fierce spent the majority of his time. He heard the pitter patter of feet, the crunch of leaves, and knew that his companions had followed him, the three of them bursting from the shadowy trunks and out onto the white sand.
The ocean was loud, deafening as a wave crashed along the shoreline. Fierce stopped at the edge and tentatively dipped his nose into the spray, while Watch and Sharp crowded around him, nipping affectionately, nosing at his side to keep him moving. He felt a thrill of excitement, a sense of purpose reaching him, curling inside of him so that he felt, rather than saw, their loyalty to him, their desire to protect him and the rest of his companions, still sleeping back in the forest.
He ran again. And then some more, up and down along the Crescent shorelines. Every once in a while there would be a growl or a yip, and sometimes an annoyed snuffling as one of the shuppies came a bit too close for comfort, but there was something liberating about it all. Something freeing in Fierce that he had not known about until now.
He took a breath and inhaled the salty night air, the taste of the ocean on his tongue.
When he awoke, much later, it was to find himself back in his usual body, which felt old and tired, even if he wasn't. The two wolves were curled together beside him, and not far off, Soul and Legends were sprawled on the leaf strewn ground, both still asleep. They were surrounded by the other familiars that had attached themselves to Fierce, all of them except Breakwater napping or otherwise occupied. Breakwater, the little cretin, was currently trying to eat the small stash of berries Fierce had deliberately hidden from him.
Fierce nudged him aside - the shuppy gave a growl of annoyance and protest - and ate the rest himself. His eyes flickered towards the two wolves, resting peacefully, two halves of a whole of each other.
Then he went to work.
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