Like father like son

As time passed Saren noticed that his siblings were becoming more and more social while he seemed to be becoming less so. He had met a couple wolves here and there, but he wasn’t sure if he enjoyed the experience or not. An outlier though he may be Saren was still a pup and he feared what that might mean as he grew up. Were his siblings going to keep advancing while he just hid away and became a hermit? Was he going to become an old wolf who yelled at everyone he met? Saren’s mind was riddled with these kinds of thoughts, it took quite a bit to get him out of his own head. He was way too mature for a pup and this worried him at times, would he ever be normal?