Hard hitting questions

The male one year old had wandered aimlessly through the landscape. He hardly stayed in one place for very long and had been alone for almost his entire life. No one really showed him much love, so he was hardly ever speaking to anyone, even if he were spoken to. The loud sound of a stream filled his ears as his throat began to become dry, showing that he was coming parched as his paws pressed down upon the small layer of snow as Spring was beginning to take affect. His dual colored eyes of emerald and topaz looked over to the water as his salmon tongue lapped at the cool liquid, quenching the thirst that was surrounding his throat, but, before he could even walk away on his own again, he happened to see a young pup that had to be around five or six months. He tilted his head to the side and approached her cautiously, not wishing to show that he was going to harm her in any way as he sat upon his haunches and focused upon her.