Not Lost. Maybe a bit..

------------------------------------------------------ the fear has gripped me but here i go ---------------------------

He was most definitely not lost, nope. Not at all.

Okay maybe a little bit...

His parents had told him to close his eyes and count to ten, and he wanted to show them just how smart he was already! So he had listened, but when he opened his eyes they were gone. He tried to follow their paw prints in the deep snow, but the winds had picked up and swept them all away. Letting out a whine he fell to his rump with a plop, silver eyes misting as he looked up at the barren willow trees. But... where had his parents gone? They wouldn't have just left him here like his, he was such a good boy!

Or was he?

Had he been so bad that they just couldn't take him anymore, and left him to freeze in the deep snow? Itri's face pulled upwards as his nose wrinkled, his head shaking back and forth with vigor to erase the sad look on his face. No. He would not sit here and mope. He was a big boy, he was a whole season old! With a huff he stood up and walked over to the closest willow tree, leaning his black and gold frame against its trunk as he shivered. He was going to survive on his own, and show everyone that he was a strong wolf. His form shook, the spiked bangle around his left leg falling off and landing deep in the snow. Silver eyes grew wide as he stuck his nose into the cold substance, grasping the cold metal with his teeth and pulling it back over his leg. His parents had given it to him, but it was too big for his growing form. But he would grow into it. He would be a big boy.

"SPEECH"