I am trying to update Silverflash every other day or so, but due to vacations, Silverflash may not be updated between times such as three days or maybe 1-2 weeks. Thank you for your understanding. :-)
White overcame me as I blinked awake. Aw! I'm late…. I was supposed to have started my round at dawn, but it was already Sun Time. I hopped on my feet and headed towards the Shenandoah's meander that headed into my path. I took a quick sip and continued at a breakneck pace. I was always on the lookout for the male. The sun was as scorching hot as ever; it was unseasonably torrid. As I neared my Heusva, the way got tough. I had to head up a steep hill with large boulders and loose pebbles. My paws slipped and bled.
I finally got to the top and sat down to rest under the trees. I felt feverish as I panted, the sun breaching through the trees' skeletal limbs. My eyelids were heavy, and I couldn't stay awake. I barely could keep myself alert. The afternoon dragged on as I stayed there, unable to move. I had gotten my winter coat a while back, and instead of helping me fight frigid weather, it was just making me suffer in the sweltering heat. All of a sudden, the landscape became disoriented and wavy. My vision blurred.
I regained consciousness and looked around. I was under thick bushes with small thorns and twisted branches that barred out the Sun's rays. How did I get here? Maybe I could be in the Land. Maybe. "Blue Wolf? Lupus?" I asked timidly. There was no answer. Or maybe not. The smell of fleabane reached my nose. Fleabane wasn't found in the Valaan forest…. Only where the Hikaylo pack is found! My eyes dilated, my chest hammered with profound excitement. What if it's him? I stayed beneath the thorny thicket for the rest of Sun Time. I began to lose faith, I could feel my heart clench with grief. I would never leave this cycle of life, I felt. Scouting, looking and surviving. Just as the Sun began to sink over the Grizzly Mountain Range, I saw a Wolf emerge from the woods, the smell of fleabane becoming stronger. He had blazing blue-grey eyes, and his coat was a mix between a ghostly white and a storm's intense grey. He had a divine-like appearance, and if I hadn't been face-to-face with Lupus, I would've thought that this Wolf was Lupus himself.
His eyes darted around, looking for other wolves. I stayed still, my head pressed against the dirt. His muscles relaxed, his eyes softened as he came towards me. A red shine glimmered off of his coat from the Sun. I looked up slowly to meet his gaze.
His fur flowed in the air like velvet. He advanced a little closer until the smell of fleabane closed all of the other smells from my nose. I stood up, my heart hammered in my chest. I couldn't move anymore. I was frozen. I need to say something, I thought to myself. But what? I dug my claws into the earth. He came up to my nose, breathing gently. I suddenly backed up.
"Meet me farther south down the Shenandoah tomorrow night," I said hurriedly, turning around to leave. He stood there, baffled.
He watched me, silently. I looked back at him once and disappeared into the brush. No, no, no. This can't be happening. This can't be happening! I stopped mid-stride. The faint smell of fleabane lingered in the air. Ahead, I could hear howls and barks. Snowfear and the others had picked up his scent. I wheeled around and ran through the thorny brush. I bounded into the air and landed in the small clearing that was surrounded by the bushes. The male had left. I looked around; my heart beating faster than any Balaen Hog could run. Faster than any Xeneo could pounce on its prey. Faster than a Flu Cah could escape from a predator. I couldn't find any tracks. There was only one thing that was there—the fleabane. It was everywhere but nowhere. Bark scraps fell to my feet. I looked up. The male was on a limb, peering down at me from eight feet above.
"Run! Run!" I howled at him, but he didn't move. I bared my teeth and barked at him. He just stood there, legs stiff, his head pointed toward where Snowfear and the others were coming toward us. I sat down, my head was throbbing. Maybe I could get out of this. Say I chased off the Wolf. This wasn't working out. Not at all.