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He was awake. The child was missing. His own son, still a marking-less runt - the only child the she-leader had thrown for him. The mistress, her name Spice, had been pacing back and forth since she'd noticed his scent missing. She didn't seem as upset as the fanged male had expected, though he assumed that was because she'd thrown three litters previously, all with four pups each. Hers with him had been a disappointment, then. The pup had been born without the fangs that adorned his father, so Sea Salt had not attached as quickly as perhaps he would have if his legacy had been continued in the little runt. In fact, he had seen the birth from afar, not willing himself to approach until after those who had assisted the female in her birth had left. He had approached her only then, only when he was sure she would not attack him for his presence.She didn't.
Only one child.
But his only child.
He watched her now, face void of emotion as the black male, his male leader - Pimento - attempted to solace her. The child hadn't been gone long, but there had already been a rain that had lessened his scent. The dam had sent several after the pup but none had returned and they hadn't heard the howl that returned that the pup had been found.
Yet, the child was his child. His only child.
He licked his lips and turned from the pair, gazing out of the cave and into the whirling winds that carried thick clouds, heavy with rain and storm. The child had wandered into the wind before the storm had picked up in its wrath and he knew that soon, those clouds would burst and any hope of finding the pup would be swept away in the floods of the Tartok Foothills. He shifted, his motion catching Spice's eye as she spun to look at him. He eyed her mutely before turning towards the opening and walking out, not waiting for her affirmation or to see if the male would follow him.
He didn't.
Into the swirling winds Sea Salt went, paws heavy on the soil, crushing through snow as he passed the few spots still snowy in the season. The two packs who fought over the area were nowhere to be seen, though he assumed they were both packed away for the duration of the storm. He knew storms like these, those that could sweep a tokota off its feet and dump it onto the earth. He knew the way the clouds opened, how they seemed to shiver as they taunted those below. He knew the purple tint that meant snow, that tint that was void from these clouds - this would be rain. Hard rain.
He was right.
He felt the rain before he saw it, sharp stabs against his broad back. Liquid that soaked into his mane and heavied his coat. He walked for almost an hour through increasingly dangerous weather, until he found the small shivering child, hidden in a foxhole. He pulled the pup out gruffly, its scruff between his lips and its shoulders pressing to both fangs, before standing and tracing his steps, back to the pack. Perhaps he would be rewarded.
Perhaps not.
(546 words)
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Chosen soul animal: Wolf
Prompt (copy pasted from this journal): 5. Your tokota must brave an incredible storm that is passing through the area. They must swiftly seek shelter, and help others find their way to safety.
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