Things weren't quite normal again, and Flurry was pretty sure they never would be again. But she had direction now and that was at least something. Flurry adored her younger siblings but she'd decided she was going to start by focusing on the youngest pups within the pack, she felt it was probably important. Especially considering how much of a time bomb their father was in her eyes. Besides it was probably best to start showing an interest in the youth of the pack if she was ever going to take it over. That was what drew her outside, with a mission. Flurry had honestly chosen which of the kids she was going to visit first at random. The problem of course was she had no idea which of the new scents were his. Would he have been taught to respond to calls? Flurry didn't yet know that the young boy was partial deaf, but luckily for her when she tipped her head back to call for him her voice was strong and loud. And Flurry sighed, wondering if she ought to try and find him too but then... Should she not stay where she was in case he did show up here? Why were things never easy? "Speech"

Art by Honrin

The boy’s world was growing. Sulfur was blissfully unaware of the adult world and the drama that could be happening beyond his knowledge. All he knew was the safety of the den, the rambunctiousness of his siblings and the presence of his father. And with the days being warm the ability to explore and return to the den as he pleased brought an enjoyment to the dark furred boy like no other. His tail flagged behind him as he sniffed at some of the island plants watching how they swayed in the breeze. The breeze smelled strongly of… salt, his father had said. Which was why he couldn’t drink the water by the beaches. But that was okay. There were plenty of fun looking things close to home to look at, or watch. And lots of other wolves he watched go by too. Sometimes he heard them calling for each other.

But when a call came for him the boy lifted his head in confusion. Wha… why was someone calling for him? Was he in trouble? His small ears flicked back against his head. He was a good puppy! He listened to his father, and he did what his siblings asked. At least the call sounded close. He would slink out of the undergrowth, bright red eyes filled with worry and with his posture submissive, he would find a girl who was about his older sister’s age standing around and waiting? He would approach her, a soft whine to announce that he had heard the call, and nothing more.