the others

Tythe hadn't been sleeping much, either. Most hours, he found himself lying awake and just watching, wondering what had happened that had caused his mother to separate their family. Was she afraid of his father? Surely not. Mother didn't seem to be afraid of anything -- just wary. But why were they in this new place with new wolves? Everything was unfamiliar and Tythe found himself retreating even further into his little shell. Yes, the wolves were nice enough, but it didn't feel like home. It didn't feel like much of anything.

Mother's voice trickled down to his gray ears and he nodded gently. But he already knew not to trust anyone. Mother made that very clear. Tythe rose from his place and waddled slowly over to Mother, sitting beside her and pressing the side of his face into her forearm. "I miss Dad. Why are we here? I want to go home."