Take me from this place

He wasn't sure what had happened with his parents, and he would watch them carefully as of late, orchid eyes trailing after his mother's russet frame, his father's monochrome pelt. There was something between them that was different - but as a puppy he couldn't pinpoint what it was, only that it wasn't good or bad just, sort of quiet. It was most likely relief that Sibelle was home after being kidnapped, and that she remembered her family, but the dark boy hadn't really been informed of any of that. The children remained ignorant to the happenings surrounding the pack, and it was probably a good thing. The somewhat broody little boy didn't need anything harsh to cling to so soon.


He woke with his sisters after sleeping beside his mother, dreams of wolves with crosses like he and his siblings and father - they were so much like him, he watched them with a touch of excitement, even though they seemed a bit sad... now awake, he would softly pad through the plains with his family. His sisters seemed to want to play - and he would silently accept Illaria's challenge, following after the girls. He slunk through the grass, careful not to brush past the grass too loudly - he had to keep an even pace about him or Illaria would hear him before she even saw him.