What's Happenin'?

There was a lot to see, a lot of faces to peek at, and many legs to trip up. While he was not small anymore by any means, he had sprouted up taller than his mother and was obviously going to get bigger. He was probably around half the height he would be now, so blending into the crowd probably wasn't easy at this rate. But then again, more than half the Armadan wolves were huge, so he supposed he did blend in. The lavender-hued boy wandered around, checking out the wares that others had but nothing had caught his interest yet.

When someone approached and spoke to him, Ansem turned to find another wolf with the familiar Fatalis marking. While Ansem hadn't inherited that, he wasn't too pressed about it...sort of. A little jealous? Yeah. Why hadn't he been born with that marking? Would others know he was even part of the family without it? He didn't know. "Yeah! Lotsa wolves around, I didn't know it got so busy!"