So my mother has started to do things that I am unsure are right or wrong. I witnessed her calmly around others that were consuming wolf pups. I have not been taught one way or another myself. I have eaten whatever prey my father gave me, but it was never other wolf. Was this an acceptable thing to eat? Wolf? I couldn't approach my mother then. I do not like crowds, and I do not like Caligula. I mean, how could I like someone who bares there fangs and gives you a death glare for simply breathing? Apparently just being alive is enough to anger others, and Caligula is as silent as my father...I don't really know what is going on in her head, but I have a pretty good idea.
I decided to leave the little gathering my mother was involved in. I sat on the outskirts anyway, simply watching, because I wasn't sure if I wanted to be involved right now. What would be the point anyway? What would sitting among them do? So I moved in the shadows on silver paws, through the young trees. I feel lost really. I don't know where to be, what to do. Life is just so meaningless, everyone is just going about living and making up reasons why...but that is exactly what they are, made up reasons. There is no truth. I grind my teeth in frustration, I can feel the tension of teeth on teeth in my mouth.
I use my nose a lot, the scents that flow all around is the most important information to me. I don't have vision in one of my damn eyes, so I have to rely on my nose that much more, and my hearing. That is one thing I am really in tune with. My entire being seems to be connected with my ears, I notice the slightest changes around me. Just because one of my eyes fails doesn't mean anyone can sneak up on me. But it is my nose that tells me where to go this day, as my father's scent is flying with the calm breeze, and I stop, standing still. My head lifts up lazily as I pinpoint where to go. He is probably looking for me. I am not surprised.
After a small moment I continue on my growing lanky limbs, nose twitching as his scent begins to grow. My ears go to work, turning around and capturing the sound in my mind. I know where he is, and I go to him. I have nothing else to do. My gold eyes catches him sitting. I pause, my face frowning slightly before returning to a more neutral state. I sigh before I walk up to him, letting my haunches fall to a sit a few feet away from him. I do not look directly at him, I look off into the distance. He refuses to talk but I will talk for him.
"Mother. With pup eaters," I say after a moment of silence. I am not so good with my words. Really, how could I be where I am never really talked to?
"Eating pup....good?" I ask, allowing my eyes only to linger in his direction, I have to see him to know the reaction. There is no listening with my father, which is unfortunate because my ears are my best sense along with my nose. He knows I have a bad eye. But whatever. Hopefully he gives me an answer.
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