Blackbird

He was startled into stopping his run when he heard a voice. Levi. He thought as he turned to face his brother who used a word on a man who did not deserve it. He frowned slightly as he looked to his brother. "You mean Quelt? He is not my father." He stated stubbornly. "I don't care if he is worried. I'm training." He also responded knowing that compared to the rest of the pack he was weak and sickly and everything he didn't want to be. Darrah Walker was going to be a warrior who took everything when all was lost. That was what he was going to be and in order to do that, he couldn't care if Quelt was worried about him wandering away for a bit in order to build up the muscle in his legs.


He knew that his brother saw Irune as their mother and Quelt as their father even though it wasn't true. He didn't remember much about him but Darrah knew one thing. He missed them both. His ghostly white fur was covered in dirt from the few times he tumbled down. He looked defiantly at his brother as he waited for him to react in some way, shape, or form.