For Now I Can Only Guess What's Coming Next

Ysmir peered at his sister, suddenly struck at how fast time really went. When he was a pup he couldn’t wait to be big, to prove himself to his stern parents, to his pack. To go out and raid and bring home loot and pride. But none of that had ever really come to fruition. His parents weren’t proud of him, he’d never won the winning fight in a raid, he didn’t even have the confidence in his ability to go and claim the heart of the girl he loved. He felt like a failure.

Dag couldn’t see the internal struggle though, he wondered if there was anyone who really could beyond Gwynevere. Maybe that was why he cared about her so deeply, she was one of the few who was closest to knowing who he really was and how he truly felt.

The young man perked visibly as Dag finally noticed him, he gave her a warm smile, conveying his feelings towards her. She had always been there for him, able to understand him pretty well for how few words he’d say. He shrugged, he hadn’t really been here for too long and he nodded a little as she mentioned their age. Two years old, full fledged adults ready to really start their lives. But was he ready? Ysmir sighed and looked to his paws, feeling the winds of change as the sands of time passed through his toes.