Who am I to you?

 Vitus was confused. It was rather often that he was confused, especially when it came to emotions. He didn’t know much about the feelings that coursed through him, or about the tension and how much his family seemed to be stinging. He didn’t understand this pain that coursed through him first with Roman’s death then with the family having to move...and now. Now, he didn’t know what to even think. It was almost overwhelming for his young age. Well, no, it was overwhelming. He often found himself pacing, his den had large circles indented into it, tracks he had left in his fear of venturing too far away from the family that needed...something. Something that Vitus could be he was just unsure what it meant. They needed something to depend on, because everything was falling apart..He didn’t know. Vitus didn’t know! With a deep growl he stomped from the packlands, feeling anger flare up within him. He was angry. No, Vitus was furious, and he did not know why! And that...that was like gasoline on the fire, he continued to flare more and more and more.

So..he fled. He ran, he bounded away from his family and the guilt was instant. But he had to know, he had to understand why everything felt so...wrong. Why he felt so angry. Why there was pain, and what exactly was he missing? He fled to the only place he knew outside of his new land, to a place where everything had started out wonderful, where he knew where he stood. The second he felt the snow under his paws, the moment the crisp air bit at his skin, he knew exactly where that was. Trees stood above him when he finally stopped, panting through the chill air that froze in the air around him. Adrenaline coursed through his veins as he tilted his head back and closed his bright eyes tightly. He clenched his toes, scrapping at the snow before he dropped his head again and turned, pressing his forehead against the bark of a pine. He missed it here, missed the life he had known, missed his family when everything was right. But the more he thought, the more he understood...it had never been right. Ever since he was born, it had been wrong. His Father had fled, his mother had spent days...weeks searching for him. Some things just...weren’t right, and he wasn’t sure how to deal with it. With a growl he opened his eyes again, snapping his jaws closed and wrinkling the skin along his nose. Hair stood up on end along his spine as he turned again to look around. Nothing was right, and he didn’t know how to fix it!

Months had gone by, his family had fallen apart (where they ever right to being with?) before he even reached his full height. He had been young (he was still young!) to know what to do about it, but Vitus was growing by the day, filling out, reaching his height. Summer was in the air, and he was nearly a year old….He would become a wall, a force to be reckoned with, and he would learn how to deal with it all, how to put everything right again. But first...he had to understand. Growling to himself again, he swished his tail, bright green-red eyes narrowing before he threw his head back again. His throat burned and scratched as he garbled a call for his father, unsure if he could hear it. It hurt, it hurt to call, to make the sound, and he choked and coughed as he brought his head down. He could taste acid and copper as he coughed, unknowing of the damage a single call did to his vocal cords. But he had to try, he needed to understand, and the only way to do so was to start with the man that seemed to have pulled the building block that brought it all down. He needed to understand.

"Burn Baby Burn"