Pawprints in the Foreign Soil

The crimson boy walked aimlessly across the land known as Seracia. This was his home, but in his mind, it was a prison. He hated it here, he hated life in general. He sought to cover up suicidal thoughts with simple distractions, but as of late nothing seemed to be working. The words screaming in his mind were getting louder and louder, so loud he could almost never drown them out. He often found himself curled up in a ball hidden in a small cavern of some sort, tucking himself away from the mortal world. His dreams were always about his mother and father dying a painful death while he was spared to live his miserable life. He needed a distraction, something to bring him out of his insane thoughts. He lifted his dusty muzzle to the air, inhaling the scents that wafted across the territory. Two unfamiliar smells caught his attention; two females at the border. Then his step-father, and his oh so powerful brother, Maverick. Why had he been nominated heir? Why not Valkis? He was the biggest of the trio, standing the same towering height his father had stood, weighing the same as the man who had provided his mother with his life had. He was not yet full grown, but the heavy muscle build and tall stature was already beginning to show.

The yearling followed the scent, hoping maybe this little encounter would take his mind off suicide. He had still wished the bitch back in the battlefields would have just killed him, but with his luck she didn't. She protested the thought, thinking she knew his life. She didn't. Thoughts crawled back to the depths of his mind as he came onto the scene. Crimson and emerald eyes danced back and forth as he looked over each wolf, starting with the strangers, and ending with his brother. He said no words, usually he was mute, so this shouldn't have been a surprise to Gerhardt and Maverick.