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Tybalt Aetós

He had slipped away from his watcher… Again. The old spinster was no fun, and his father still had not returned to reclaim the child, though several days had gone by. Tybalt knew nothing of war and prisoners. He only knew that he was bored. Now he was on the lookout for something to do as he trotted through the enigmatic forest.

He had given up looking for the wolf known as Dad, who had been absent for days now, which in puppy time, translated to much, much longer. Tybalt wasn’t aware that his sire was now locked away in a prisoner of war camp kept by the Highlanders. He didn’t know Dad the wolf very well anyway, since Tiberius had left him behind to fight in the battle not long after claiming him from the white wolfess.

By now, hours had passed without any supervision, and the boy’s restless paws carried him further into the dark woods. It was getting late, darkness falling to claim the mysterious forest. Tybalt wasn’t afraid, though it was getting harder to see as the sun continued its downward decent. A sound caught his attention, drawing the boy closer to a burrow in the ground that smelled awfully good. His stomach growled as if on cue.

Heedless in his youthfulness, Tybalt didn’t think twice about sticking his snout where it didn’t belong, hoping to procure a tasty treat. Instead, he was greeting by a stinging pain on his nose that caused him to reel backwards. ”Ouch!” He lurched forward to the offending hole, growling as fiercely as a toddler could. He barked, "Thig a-mach an seo agus sabaid mi!" - his mother's language for come out here and fight me.

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(This post was last modified: 11-12-2023, 02:30 PM by Tybalt.)