My father had left. I have grown cold as the sun settled behind the foliage of the earth. The darkness always brings a cooler feeling to my body. I am young and I am small. I need to be warmed by my mother or my father. Mother had left to go hunt. It is what adults do. They go and hunt, and they put the food in their mouths. I do not eat this food. I eat from my mother. She lets me eat all I want and I am hungry. It has been a long amount of time. So long. The sun had risen and now it falls again and I have not seen her. My mother is usually always close. My father is too. Both are gone and I am alone. I start to fidget in my time alone, in the darkness and in the dirt of the den. I fidget because I don't understand why they are gone for so long. I lay on my cream colored belly, my muzzle resting on my paws as I wait. I twist my head around, my icy gaze looking upwards at the darkness that had come. The world is so strange, so strange and so new yet I am getting used to the cycles of the earth. I am bored and I can't stop moving around. I will be good and I will stay in place...at least that is what I tell myself.

My tri-colored self is curious though. The world is filled with wonders and I am to stay in the den. I whine softly to myself as my tail flickers behind me, covering itself in dirt and grass. when I am alone, I tend to get dirty. I just get so bored, my body demands that I move and explore and romp and play, but to leave the den without my parents watching could be bad...I think. Mother doesn't speak too much, she lets me know many things with her body and gentle noises. I can't wait to see her again, my beautiful mother of red. I am hungry and I need her to live. I whine again to myself, my voice echoing in the depth of the den.

My dark chocolate ears perk. They taste the air for vibrations and I hear something, something I have never heard before. I lift my creamy muzzle up as I concentrate on the noise. I do not know what it is. It is getting louder and I get a little scared. No one is here, it isn't mother and it isn't father. I lift my body into a sitting position and I huddle against the wall of the den...my only comfort for now. My small body curled into itself as the shrieks and yells get closer. I don't understand and I get more scared. I try to stay as still as possible but I know that I am shaking a little. It sounds like the wind is about to come and take me away, eat me up like a monster. My ears are pinned against my red head but perk again as the screams turn to words. I do not understand words too well. Mother rarely speaks and Father speaks, yes Father speaks but it is only he who speaks to me. I understand though, there is someone calling for mother. Mother! Yes I want mother too! Maybe mother is near. The screams are not pleasant sounds to my ears but they talk of mom and mother...I am hungry, and mother is my life.

I decide to be brave and go see. They call for mother, they cannot be bad for me, can they? My huddled form slowly unravels itself. My little paws of cream move my red form, low to the ground as I travel to the mouth of the den. I am small and I look smaller with the way I hold myself, close to the ground with my tail tucked between my legs. I move slowly, each paw touching the ground with care. This sounds...the sounds that call out mother...they sound so...yellow, like the sun twisted together with a daisy. Yes, they sound so yellow and yet, this yellow is interrupted by the deep sea blue tones of my father. I pause, my body getting still as I hear my father. Father! He is back! I get excited when I hear his voice and I rush, my little paws bouncing forward to the colors of his voice. i poke my head out of the den shyly, my eyes looking out at the two outside of my home. Father...his tones are different colors than normal. Much darker of a blue. Much darker. I find myself starting to worry. I try to listen to the words of my father and I try to understand. He is sad I just know it, because his voice is a different color. Never a color I have heard before. Dead...dead. I try to remember what this word means. I sit at the mouth of the den trying to remember. My face wrinkles with thought as the white wolfess comes to touch my father. Her voice, her voice is lilac, like the flowers, yet a bit darker than ones I have heard. Dead...my father spoke of dead when he brought mother food. The food was dead. Why was he saying...mother was dead? I do not understand and I get scared. I need to understand this but I don't know how. I am confused and I only hear the colors of the voices.

I begin to whine my little form dashing forward. I stand behind my father and the white woman. I look up at them with my icy blue and white eyes. I look up at them for answers. I whine with my chocolate ears pinned back. The white woman says my name, I do hear this but I do not know why. I bark softly among my whines, my form still close to the ground. I am hungry, I am confused, I do not get why my father says mother is dead like the meat she eats. It makes no sense and the screams of the other wolf made no sense...I just want to understand and suckle on my mother's belly. For now, I simply whine and look up at the two wolves in font of me, waiting for one of them to explain, with words or with body language, or somehow...I do not know...I don't understand words well...