That's My Boy

    It had been 10 years. A good 10 years. Better than most could hope for. The graying tokota basked in the sun, just ready to doze off. He was up in age and only getting older so his time asleep was becoming greater. He enjoyed these moments, thinking over his life and how has lived it. Who he has lived it with. He peeked his eye open and looked over his left paw. A slate colored bear stretched her paws to the sky before folding them back to her chest. Just beyond sits a man with a ponytail and with him another human, laughing cheerfully. This eases him into a peaceful slumber.

    Vivid pictures danced in his mind. He is young and exuberant. Someone calls him happily. They give him leftovers from their plates and coo to him. This picture shifts to another. He whimpers in his sleep as someone scolds him with a light bop on the nose. Just a memory of his foolish puppy days, he had so much to learn. The same hand gently grabs his his snout before placing a tender kiss where he has been reprimanded, "That's my boy", and all is fine again.  He chases after someone excitedly before it shifts to black. His someone is gone. A pup alone in the darkness. An empty void. The old tokota jolts awake. Tired he wants to close them again but afraid of the reoccurring visions. The sun is still shining and he feels relieved.  

    As the day drug on, he couldn't help but try to shake this pulling feeling. It came from someplace deep, deeper than his soul. It came from a void within him. Instinctively he followed it. His paws rhythmically falling is urgent steps. He carried on for what seemed like days. No chance of knowing where he was going. A spirit has been calling to him. Maybe it was Aippaq himself. The trees around him began to thin and the air became chilled. He padded on into nothingness, to what seemed like the end of the world. Was he dying? Was Aippaq calling him home? What color would he be when he lit up he sky?

    With one last step he collapsed in the snow. Everything was dark yet for the first time in years he felt relieved. He felt the void filling. He sat up and with out reason howled, the winds carrying the last of the emptiness away. Aippaq took them, all his sorrows and filled the barren sky. It lit up with dancing orange and red lights. Silla's very soul painted the sky. He wasn't dying but being brought back to life. The mighty Aippaq has chosen him. The air became warm as his very soul glowed and the barrenness of his surroundings became filled with memories. His dreams.

    He closed his eyes tightly. Not wanting to awaken. This one wasn't like any other dream he had had. This one was real. A burning sensation crawled across his nose and then to his cheek. It felt too good to pull away. It was too familiar. A melody danced through his ears. It was hers. It had been so long how could he remember. He leaned into the warmth, into her hands, into her voice. Love does not forget.

    Then with just a single tear, it shattered the warm. The melody changed and the light was fading. This was it, where it would end and change to darkness. "That's my boy" carried on the wind. His eyes opened and the colors still danced. They carried along the horizon and to the end of the world and back.

    His void had been filled. His spirit had been strengthened. Aippaq had given him a gift. A special gift no one else could receive but him. He had been chosen and this was only the beginning. This would help him carry out a journey no other had done before him. Aippaq had opened the door, he had shown him the passage. Silla was to follow it.

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PASSAGE OF THE ALPHA WHAT. Idk how to even fill this out. The background was very inspired by screen shots from Brother Bear :3

A little back story though so you know whats going on.  Silla was Jay's first tokota that he "inherited" basically after his grandmother passed away (Silla's original owner/breeder). Silla was about 7 or 8 at the time, Jay was about 23-24. So this is pretty far into the future as Silla is pretty old now.