Crackle

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He landed on the other side of the stream.
This was the start of his journey.

Little did he know, that it would be a journey. He assumed it would be easy to find the right tree. He was wrong on so many levels.

First of all, he never thought he'd ever have to cross the stream in the first place. But here he was, already the trees were a much lighter colour, almost the colour of the sheep clouds with stripes along it of a colour the robin couldn't name. They looked different then the trees the robin was used to. He almost wasn't convinced they were trees.

Looking at the new trees made him remember the old tree that the Orange-Raven had taken. Grief was very much a bird emotion - but was it possible to feel it for a place? In this moment he thought so.

He didn't know that this much was on the other side of the stream. He was still afraid - but he was here now. His only goal was simply to find a tree that he could live in.

He spread his wings and hovered a bit, looking from tree to tree. As he hovered - he saw a Ground-Raven looking at him.

Ground-Ravens, unlike the Orange-Raven were actual Ravens, he referred to them as "Ground-Ravens" because they didn't come from the sky. Same with "Ground-Wolves"

The Ground-Raven tilted its head, clearly confused by the Robin's presence. He flew up, trying to stay out of the Raven's presence. He knew that when there were Ravens, wolves were close by. And he didn't want to Run into a Ground-Wolf. Ground-Wolves were much harder to hide from then the Wolf-Clouds.

Maybe this wasn't a good place for him, there were Ravens and wolves. But he couldn't go back, there was nothing there. He glanced at the sky, noticing it was getting darker and darker and not from Wolf-Clouds.

It was becoming night. All forest animals knew that wolves liked to hunt at night - along with Owls. He didn't like owls either - They scared him. He'd have to find a place to stay for the night, away from the wolves, ravens and owls.

He swooped down, looking for a place to stay. He couldn't find anywhere to go just yet.

He stopped, hearing a rustle in the trees above. He turned around and looked up, seeing the silhouette of a familiar bird. A robin. He chirped in happiness. Other robins here meant that it was safe to live here, he stepped closer to the tree hoping to ask the robin where good places to live might be.

He looked up, not fully seeing the robin. But he knew it was one, he'd recognize the shape anywhere. He then paused - thinking the other robin might be territorial. He didn't want to fight. He just wanted somewhere to stay.

He hesitated for a moment before letting out a chirp.
"See. Hear."
This might have been a broad sentence but in robin it clearly meant "I know you are there, I can see and hear you"

The robin in the tree spread its wings and flew off.
"Wait!" He chirped, hovering to try and catch up to the robin, but they were clearly way faster then him.

Realizing that there was no point and he couldn't catch up to the other robin he landed on the ground. His original quest returned to his mind - Finding a new home.

He chirped and began to hop across the ground, searching.

After a short travel he found a large cave. He preferred trees but this would do for the night. He hopped inside and took in the new setting.

It was a rocky cave, stalagmites protruded from the cave, he glanced up and saw a few stalactites as well. He looked for a comfortable place to sleep.

He saw a flicker of movement in the corner of the cave and looked towards it - not seeing anything. He decided to ignore it, assuming it was just a drop of water in the corner of the cave.

He found a few twigs in the corner of the cave and decided that would be a good substitute for a nest for now. He hopped towards the twigs and began to fall asleep.

He remembered his previous home, the robin that had come out of nowhere and the angry, hunting wolf-clouds with their allies - The Orange-Raven. Tomorrow, he decided - was going to be the day that he found his home.

Soon he was fast asleep, memories flickering in his mind like dreams - it said birds could possibly dream but no one had confirmed it yet.

A memory crossed his mind, one he had almost forgotten about.
He was in a nest, in a different tree. The place he was born. Two other young robins were next to him. They all chirped, calling their parent back. Meanwhile, he didn't chirp. The others were chirping for him, he didn't like that tree.

The younger version of himself looked around at the tree. He couldn't wait to fly and get away from this place. Back then he wished to be alone. Now he realized that safety came in numbers.

"Tuk. Chirp!" One of the younger robins chirped at him. He, who was referred to as Tuk ignored him.
"Tuk!" The other robin chirped again.
"What?" He chirped - sounding annoyed.
"Chirp!"
"No."
He didn't like that memory, he wished he would have listened to his sibling. He missed the safety of that nest that he once hated. He wished he would have listened to his sibling, he didn't know how much he wanted the safety of a small flock now.

He awoke, unamused by the memory. He awoke confused - it took him a moment to realize what had happened to his home. That wasn't the only reason he was confused.
Another reason for his confusion was because standing right in front of him was
A tall, real
Wolf

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