The day was growing old. Ashamin and his two companions wandered the territory restlessly, all waiting for the moment when night would reign. For as long as they were alive these hours would be theirs; for as long as they were together, these hours would be the hours of their fraternity.
Frostfall's cold was unforgivable but not something they couldn't deal with. All three had warm and woolly winter coats that grew out eager and thick, so much so that Ashamin found himself surrounded by a blanket of his companions whenever the cold dawn rose. Even now as they wandered they all huddled close.
Though for a time there seemed to be no purpose, Ashamin did in fact seek someone that night: his son. Rein was growing fast but far from the Haruspex's sight, and the last thing that Ashamin wanted was to find Rein all grown without being able to see it happen. He felt a duty to raise the child well, just as his father had raised him. Rein was still young--there was much to do.
As he approached the border of the Northwestern woods, nodding to his companions to gather twigs and tinder as they went, Ashamin let loose a soft neigh. He had thought he'd seen his son's young hoofprints leading into these parts, and hoped he might find him near. Under the thin shelter of the evergreens, some of the snow that was drifting from above failed to land on the earth and made it a soft bed of only light snow and needles.
"Rein?" the father called, brushing against black tall trunks and casting a pale blue and gold glow upon their smooth surfaces, "Son, let's share the night." Nearby his companions gathered a pile, watching Ashamin with wide eyes in between their motions. The night, the hours of their fraternity, would open now to his son.
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@Rein
Sorry this is a crappy starter but finally thread for them whew