The World Has Grown Cold

"Talk" Walk

He didn't particularly like what his uncle was saying, but it had to be true right? His sister had been left here alone, and there was no trace of the pack save for the fading scents. He partially buried his muzzle into her fur as they leaned into each other, saddened crimson gaze peeking at his uncle. When his sister told them that nobody was left, his heart sank. Did their father really just leave without a word? A soft whine slipped past his lips and he found himself practically wanting to hide in his sister's fur. Why would everyone just leave like that? He didn't quite understand it at all, and he could only imagine how his sister must have felt when she discovered that nobody had been around...except for coyotes, of course. He had been a little luckier. He had been out with his uncle, so he hadn't been left alone the way his sister had.

"Why did they leave...?" His question was half to himself and half hoping for a logical answer from his uncle. He wasn't sure he would like the answer, but he truly wanted to know. Ruina seemed like they were close...right? At least, his father and some of the others were always around. Now things were different. He wouldn't see his father anymore, or Dominus and Domina or Cassio...or even his mother. Heck, he would even miss the lambs at this point! (Not that he even knew who they were to begin with or what their roles were). It would seem, however, that their world was turned upside down all too quickly. And he didn't like that at all.