Run from the storm within

Rudy heard her approach but didn’t bother looking back.  The question was unexpected though.  One of hers?  That was enough to have Rudy raise his head and really look at the wolf.  Dark coat and about the same size and build as Rudy. At the word ‘hers’ his thoughts flew quickly to both of his mom’s.  Did she mean Resin or Tam or someone else altogether?  “I’m Rudyard Carpathius.  I guess it depends on which ‘her’ you’re referring to,” the young man responded neutrally.  Why was she choosing to eat her meal near him anyway?  Who was this wolf?  

Admittedly Rudy was normally a friendly and outgoing sort who might potentially also come up and try to socialize with a stranger but not every wolf was like that.  This one certainly didn’t have Rudy’s normal upbeat attitude but certainly wasn’t shy either.  Rudy lay his head back down but, on one of his paws and turned sideways to watch the dark lady, observing her with some distracted curiosity.  Did she know his mom’s or was it someone else?  Was it idle curiosity or if he did belong to the wolf she imagined was there more to it?  

Rudyard Carpathius