// Silent Surroundings

Barely a season old, the youth would have lost a lot in that season. His mother was dead. His sister, and favorite sibling missing. One of his brothers missing. He hadn't seen much of his other brother. His half-sister had planned moved them. He had lost everything, and yet, he didn't care. They were inferior to him. He was destined for greatness. He could feel it. His father had spoken of elaborate plans to seat him at the head of a throne to his own kingdom, to make him a name that would be feared by everyone. Then had cast him away, saying that the child should seek greatness when he was older. He had left his father, disgusted by the man, and severely annoyed. Leaving his family, the child would begin to explore the lands. He began traveling West, intent on putting as much distance between himself and his so called father as possible. He had no intentions of being measured by that bastards greatness.

In this day, he had come across another, his crimson eyes watching her from the brush. He watched her drink from the water for a few moments, before plodding from the brush with a growl. "And who gave you permission to drink?" He didn't care that she was much older and larger than he was. That didn't even faze him as he approached her. He would come to a halt, stepping into the water with a stomp, feeling a sick bit of satisfaction as the water spewed up in the wake of the heavy movement from his paw. With any luck it splashed the creature and chased her back to her life, which he could only assume was in the place of a pampered pack. He would stop before her, standing in the pool, the fire in his crimson eyes lighting his gaze as he stared at her, expecting an answer. Demanding it. Who did she think she was?