Though initially these caverns had felt comforting, he found his mind wandering as he ventured deeper into the darkness. The future was not something he thought about often, for it made him deeply uncomfortable to try to imagine where he might be in a week -- let alone in a few months, or even a year from now. This had become his life and he didn't want it to change. This quiet, solitary existence was growing comfortable for him. Caring for his parents, making sure they were fed and comfortable, gave him purpose and reason to continue on.
Without them, he felt like he might cease to exist entirely.
The child's morbid thoughts were interrupted by the scent of another, following by a feminine whimper echoing through the deep cave system. The fur along his back bristled, feeling immediately defensive. He was to keep safe and stay out of danger; without him, his parents would surely die much sooner. Crimson eyes narrowed, straining to see through the darkness, looking for whoever it was that lurked in these caverns with him. "What do you want?" his empty voice would call out. His voice was still of a child, but slowly deepening as he grew older.
