Which way is up
07-29-2014, 11:41 PM
Koray was quiet. He had heard mama's tone and it was unlike him not to come rushing to her side right away. However, it was unlike her to be so harsh without cause. Koray had suspected danger, and rather than come to his mother right away, he had stayed put, looking for what might be the cause of her distress.
Ammy had looked worried, and that had only strengthened his resolve. No one ever came to see them, Mama, Ammy, and Koray were all they really had. He hadn't quite understood what the pack was, other than a large group of strangers that made his mother worry. The young Koray's world was a very small one. There was room for his mother, his brother, and himself. The people he was told were family beyond that vaguely fit into place, cautiously and tentatively; but the young wolf was born with a spirit of mistrust. He could be told wolves were family; but unless he saw them helping his mother, making her happy, it didn't mean anything.
When his mother and Ammy called for the other wolves, Koray did not join them. He walked in a wide circle around what he knew to be his home, smelling for danger, trying to find what the problem was, why his mother had sounded upset. Frustrated and unable to find anything he finished his circle, to see some of these wolves he was told were family, were speaking with his mother and talking about leaving.
Leaving where? why? Leaving him? Koray drooped his ears sad, knowing he had not obeyed his mother promptly, and had not defeated the cause of her worries to make up for it. He padded slowly towards his mother, his sad ears shifting to ones flattened against his skull as he looked at the other wolves. His mother looked upset to him, in the way she held herself, and the tone of voices from the other wolves.
"Mama? Ammy? Is everything alright?" he questioned warily as he continued to watch the other wolves and draw near his mother's side.
Ammy had looked worried, and that had only strengthened his resolve. No one ever came to see them, Mama, Ammy, and Koray were all they really had. He hadn't quite understood what the pack was, other than a large group of strangers that made his mother worry. The young Koray's world was a very small one. There was room for his mother, his brother, and himself. The people he was told were family beyond that vaguely fit into place, cautiously and tentatively; but the young wolf was born with a spirit of mistrust. He could be told wolves were family; but unless he saw them helping his mother, making her happy, it didn't mean anything.
When his mother and Ammy called for the other wolves, Koray did not join them. He walked in a wide circle around what he knew to be his home, smelling for danger, trying to find what the problem was, why his mother had sounded upset. Frustrated and unable to find anything he finished his circle, to see some of these wolves he was told were family, were speaking with his mother and talking about leaving.
Leaving where? why? Leaving him? Koray drooped his ears sad, knowing he had not obeyed his mother promptly, and had not defeated the cause of her worries to make up for it. He padded slowly towards his mother, his sad ears shifting to ones flattened against his skull as he looked at the other wolves. His mother looked upset to him, in the way she held herself, and the tone of voices from the other wolves.
"Mama? Ammy? Is everything alright?" he questioned warily as he continued to watch the other wolves and draw near his mother's side.