I was nearly three now, and in those three years, mom only spoke of father, I never saw him, not even as a small pup, part of me wondered if the things she spoke of were just made up, to make me and brother feel as if we were wanted by him. I wondered if he ever really wanted a family or if it just happened and he hadn’t known how to deal with it so he just up and left us. It hurt, not knowing how he felt about us. Yes, mom told us about him but that wasn’t the same. It just wasn’t. I didn’t ever express myself, mainly because I didn’t know what to say.

I wandered from the den more and more lately, merely wanting my own freedom and space. I know mom loves me, but it some times felt a little too much and I wanted to be alone. I was there when I needed to be. Mom was determined to make me into a healer, and while that was fine with me, I didn’t want to spend all of my time learning it, I had all my furry friends that I wanted to see each day. I listened half-heartedly as mom taught today, I didn’t feel it was fair that I was stuck learning while Connor got to sleep. The strange call rent through the air and I cocked my head to the side.

Mom nudged me and for a moment I sat there, unsure what I felt, I looked to Connor, desperately wanting him to go with us as well. I was extremely uneasy for a moment. Following mom out of the den, my two-toned eyes watching her as she moved, I moved much slower behind her. My mind was a jumbled mess to be honest, I really didn’t know what to expect. Mom introduced me, and all I could manage to do was sit there and stare at him. It was so strange meeting him now, after such a long time, I had no idea what to do.

two - by camelot out of laila - female