clarity for my fuzzy life

Indigo looked out over Auster from the crumbling wall around the castle, the wind was more fierce up here. It lashed at his thick fur and the mane that was very nearly fully grown in. He resembled a lion more and more each day, or more accurately, one of those sabered cats. Indigo was very nearly a full adult, and that fact couldn’t be stated better than in the way he was filling out. Indy had always been big and beefy but there was something different now, his chest was full and his legs were supple. His mane was nearly full and was growing up his chin and down his belly.

He reached his full adult potential physically but Indigo still felt like he was trailing behind mentally. The yearling didn’t feel at all like an adult, or like a man despite his appearance. He struggled with his thoughts all through that morning until he finally drove himself to meet with his grandmother. Massive paws carried him to the western part of the castle where Resin and her immediate family lived. The boy lingered there at the threshold, pacing slightly as he forced his mind to put together words that didn’t want to come.