「 THE FIRE BURNING IN YOUR HEART : JOINING 」

[AUGUST]

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Okay, where was he? Where was he? He felt like he had been walking in circles forever. Everything around him was so powdery and white, and it was hard to tell where he had already been. The wolf pup lifted his snout to the breeze, shutting his eyes so that he could center his hearing and his sense of smell onto the task at hand — finding civilization. A flash flood at the base of the mountain had separated him from his mother, so perhaps she had found one of the local tribes. Perhaps she was there waiting for him, if not looking for him already.

One paw after the other, the youngster carefully dug his paws into the snow and tried to slowly but surely work his way up the snow-blanketed mountain side. The journey up to the peak of the mountain was tiring as well as incredibly dangerous. A multitude of things could arise from being up here: an avalanche, frostbite, getting hopelessly lost, or — SLIPPING!

August had lost his grip on the slippery surface, and before he knew it, he was tumbling back down the hill. "Whoa, whoa!" He yelped, rolling down the slope like a bowling ball. He had been tossed about before crashing into a rock, which had in turn halted his graceless descent. Thankfully it had been here, though — had it not, he would have eventually shot right off the edge.

He was rendered stiff for a few moments as his ears rang and his eyes adjusted to the disturbance of balance. Everything was still spinning circles, and he slowly flipped onto his stomach. "Ow..." Mumbled the child, a frown stretching onto his maw.