Unsteady

The boy was enjoying his new found freedom from his family which probably would have made some feel guilty, but not this yearling. He often found himself feeling rather neutral about most things, but so far he hadn't been told anything was odd about him. He'd gone through most of his life finding his own actions and feelings, or lack thereof really, relatively normal. He didn't talk much, didn't associate in play with his siblings, and spent most of his time observing the wildlife wherever his family traveled. He was that kid who liked to track prey just because he liked learning the patterns and trails of where they liked to go. It was how he'd learned that the deer liked heading towards sources of water early morning. He'd also learned their grazing patterns, when the does gave birth to fawns, and he'd even gotten to observe bucks in rutting season.

Prey wasn't the only things he liked to watch. The strange little child found him fascinated by bugs as well and had taken to watching hive creatures. Bees, ants, anything that ended up in a group with one another. Today was no different as he padded underneath the shade of the giant oak trees. It wasn't until he found an ant mound that he stopped to sit a little ways away. He'd learned quickly not to disturb their mounds. As a young child he'd accidentally stepped on a small mound and crushed it underneath his foot. Almost instantaneously fire ants began pouring out in drove and began biting him. Needless to say it was a mistake he was unwilling to make ever again if he could help it.

He sat quietly and watched the mound intently as ants crawled all around it. At least when he'd stepped on the mound as a pup he'd discovered that there were tiny tunnels underneath that the ants lived in. When he'd returned to that same mound a few days later he'd discovered that it had already been rebuilt and thus he learned that ants works very well together as a unit. It drove him to watch them more often as they carried on with their day to day tasks. What did they do in those tiny little tunnels of theirs? They moved without a care in the world and didn't even notice that he was there unless he was to crush their mound with his foot. What strange little insects they were and yet he couldn't stop watching them.

"SPEAK"