Thought Contagion

Xairo had stayed at the back of the gathered pack, soaking in the words of his mother. The large cerulean pup had settled beside a large rock, his dark eyes veiled with thoughtful quietude as he listened to Absinth's every word. He had always admired the strength and wisdom his mother possessed, the way she held the entire Syndicate in her intimidating yet graceful paws. His gaze never strayed from her, the gleaming ivory of her fur seeming to shine in the dappled light filtering through the surrounding trees.

As Absinth moved around them, the young wolf's ears perked up, catching every inflection in her voice as she began to share her wisdom. His mind whirled, processing each word in the silence that followed her speech. Perception. It was a concept he had been introduced to before, but not with such depth and complexity. It was not simply about seeing, but understanding. Reading the subtle cues in the environment, reacting to the unspoken languages of the world around them, discerning truths masked by shadows. It was about understanding beyond what was shown and said.

"Xairo Saxe"