It's better to ask forgiveness than permission
09-06-2016, 05:13 PM
His mother had come to be a distant thought for the boy, a void that had spread itself in his heart long ago when he had come to accept that she had abandoned them. He'd moped for weeks after her disappearance, remaining in the darkness of the den while patiently waiting for her return. He was always the last to leave for his father's outings, as finding the motivation to care about anything while dealing with the feeling of abandonment had been difficult to muster up. He'd been deeply attached to his milk-provider, to her warmth and her gentle touch.. and then one day it was simply gone without any hope that one day she might return. With every passing day, that feeling of abandonment morphed into something tainted within the boy.. something that always seemed to keep him a tad estranged from those surrounding him.
And his sister? He only remembered the sick child in the den that they had left behind the day that his father had taken him and his siblings out. After that, she'd been forgotten.
He'd dealt with that loss and moved on long ago, finding simple pleasures in food and secret adventures to keep himself occupied and emotionally distant. While he had not shown any real interest in meeting the rest of his pack members, he'd certainly shown interest in exploration and hunting. This pioneering spirit is what summoned him into the beauty of the sparsely laid out pine forest; curiosity as to what prey he could find abound even if he was far too young to tackle anything big on his own, he was eager to observe and learn from those observations in his spare time.
He didn't expect to come across a little meeting of three while exploring the forest. One he recognized as the ruler of the clan from the day of the meeting, though she seemed a bit less grumpy this go-around. He kept himself at a safe enough distance so that he couldn't eavesdrop on their conversation but perhaps he could be seen, casually brushing up against the low hanging branches of a pine tree as it combed the side of his pelt. He nestled against it's prickly touch for the moment as he kept his eyes on those ahead of him, waiting for their signal on whether or not he was welcome to join them. His eyes lingered on the beauty of the bluella as she spoke to his alpha, he could not smell her quite at all just yet... but already her image captivated him and he felt his little heart speed up. And the girl at her side seemed roughly his age, which was a little exciting all in all. Other peers to interact with that were within his own generation was something he found himself yearning for; although he did not recognize them, something about the two seemed eerily familiar, but he never would have expected for them to be his long lost family.
Words. "Speak."
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