Far From Home

The brute averted his cobalt blue gaze to the trees as the dame repeated her reply of "Okay. Scipio nodded once more and looked back at the dame. His golden and light russet brown tail swayed back and forth as he listened patiently to Mercianne's words. The femme was focusing on the place they would sleep for the night; Scipio smiled as she did so. This femme seemed to quiet and conservative, it was nice. So the wolf still sat in the same place, admiring his surroundings once more.

Golden ears perked up at a question or two. She wondered if he always slept in random places. The golden brute sat up and focused his cobalt blue eyes on Merci's brown. One time his mother had told him that the eyes were the passage to the soul, and if one looked in them that all could be seen. Scipio opened his eyes to the dame before him and let her see his soul and everything he had been through.

"No and yes are my answer...When I was a small pup I slept in a real den with my parents and brother. It was only when sickness spread through and my parents dead were Tucker and I taken with a few other wolves so we would flee. I was sick yes but I had been cured. But...then we had been found by a cruel pack, they took us into slavery and we were used as they liked. There I had no den but a cold hard dirt floor that I shared with the others. I remember how I would dream of my life being free again, a free soul. Some nights wolves died, it was occasionally. To see dead bodies beside you when you woke up....But then somehow we had managed to free ourselves one day. And after that I slept or sleep anywhere suitable for one night. Believe me, I have slept in odd places but no I did have a den to sleep in. And I hope that I will one day as well." he said as he averted his gaze back to the trees.

Scipio sat there quietly awaiting the dame's reply. What would she think of such a wolf, one who was held captive and had no freedom before. WOould that change her view of him...but then again what was her view in the first place?