Stand In The Rain

Sheerrun wished that he could walk without having the broken limb. The pain was excruciating to the young wolf, and with the rain pouring down he wouldn't even be able to find the scent of his family. That was soon when he was asked where he might know where his family was located, and his name. A lot of wolves had feared his father, and it worried him deeply that this wolf might decide to kill him rather than help him once he found out his father's name, and a small whimper escaped him in shear worry.

"My name is Sheerrun Hellstrom, sir," he would say, closing his eyes, waiting for his death to come. He was not evil and sadistic like his father was, and was much kinder and had better ways than that of his family. The tri-colored pup would manage to stand up, wincing despite the pain that he was feeling and limped over, meeting Cypress' eyes, "I'm not like my father...I care about my family deeply despite their ways, but I would not follow what they preach," he would explain, his lifeless limb being held up so he didn't press down upon it.