Lord have mercy on us all

There is no emotion on the boy's too long face, never had been, maybe his mother's had questioned if there ever would be. Vibrant purple eyes stared after his sister with that doglike intensity. There was something darker underneath it, the wolf inside clawing up through his chest, fighting against the stillness of his tucked stance, all his large mother's long fur and his small mother's intensity and a pounding ache that threatened to split his too long skull.

Kor's voice grated through his tipped over ears, leaving the boy biting back on his molars, lips pulled taught, but still unblinking as he regarded the sliver of light that would signify freedom. He was off in a flash, chest close to the ground neck extended, driving anyone before him, dropping to his stomach once he was out in the open to regard his mother's with that unblinking stare. Waiting for direction, waiting for a purpose.

"speech"