His father and Shadow had led them to a long journey. This time, he had lost many. Midnight, Dusk, six wolves for the tradition, a pup that drowned last night, a lost pup this morning... Axel was out to search for him as they took a rest.
"Hey, Wisp," said Mist. Mist's eyes were always filled with sadness nowadays, after unable to find her sister, and Shadow saying the possibilities Dusk could have escaped the pack due to the unsatisfactory of moving.
Shadow always had an answer.
"Hi," Wisp said. He laid his head down, the afternoon sun covered by clouds. He thanked the clouds for that.
Mist sighed. It has been about three or so days Dusk was gone. Shadow said that they couldn't risk going back in case hunters were having a run. "All the better if they caught water buffaloes instead," Shadow said.
"Waffer buttertoes," Mist had absent-mindedly repeated, nodding sadly.
Wisp and Mist then became bonded. Through lost sisters.
Wisp haven't seen his father for a long time now. Shadow prevented it. Wisp didn't know why, but he trusted him. He trusted Mist. He trusted the generals.
He trusted Midnight, most of all, that he will return. He trusted that Dusk was searching for Midnight. She was his guardian after all.
The only one he couldn't trust was his chief and father. Darke.
"It would have hurt his heart if you said you couldn't, or wouldn't, trust him," Mist had coaxed. Her father was killed by a human for his pelt, so she couldn't actually say much about it.
"So, how are you?" Mist asked, sitting down, curling up beside Wisp. "Are you still... sad?"
For the days Dusk were gone, Wisp did cry a lot, in addition of that Midnight was still gone, but he looked calmer now.
"Hmm," Wisp grunted. He wasn't sure either it was a yes or a no.
Mist frowned. "Cheer up, Wisp."
Wisp noted that Mist had been less talkative lately, less cheerful, more formal.
"You cheer up too," Wisp said, leaning against Mist's warm fur. Wisp was younger than Mist, but then, that only tighten their friendship as sister and brother.
"Let's both cheer up then," Mist said, and the two said no more of the issue.
Ironide walked past them. He glanced at them as he did. Wisp knew something.
Iron liked Dusk, Wisp said to himself. Now she's gone. The loss of one person could impact so much.
It triggered the concern of the chief.
It made Shadow take more precaution.
It made the wolf generals upset.
It made Mist feel miserable.
It made Wisp feel terrible.
It made the pack feel less ready.
Worse of all, Wisp didn't only lose Dusk.
He still missed her. He still missed his sister. The black wolf with daring blue eyes.
Midnyx, come back.
Author's Note: Who guessed? No one? Ah, alright. So, yeah! Dusk's P.O.V. has been given to Wisp as we need to stalk the pack and Dusk's P.O.V. would either to gone or switches with Midnight's. I still need to decided. Yay.
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