I am lost in my thoughts, well...daydreams really, hopeful images flashing through my head. I watch around me, only half aware of my actual surroundings. My dark navy eyes looking a little hollow as I entertain my fantastical imaginings. Surrounded by wolves who will accept me, actually learning to make friends and to be the happy pup I was supposed to be. Movement snaps me out of this, however, and my dark eyes widen. A giant stands before me, and though his posture is calm, I am given to cower like the pup I am. I have never seen a wolf this big, and to be honest, my heart feels like it is about to scream and run away, right out of my chest! His words come to my ears, and I rush myself to answer him, stammering in my haste and nervousness. "I am...I am...I am c-called Riopat...." I am shaking, nervous, anxious and scared. He asks me what I can bring them...Well...I really don't know the answer to that. Some of my fear leaves me though as I am forced to think about what I have to offer. Nothing comes to mind. I cannot hunt, I am only two, I don't know how to babysit and I don't know anything other than playing and being a pup. How could I possibly be accepted here if I don't know anything. I whine, panic rising in my chest as I scramble to tell him anything. His questions bombard my brain, so many at the same time!

"Um...I can...um...I don't know what I am good at! I-I-I haven't thought about anything but staying alive, I am very interested in this! I like living, it means I get to see more days and try to actually live! Um...I like the idea of hunting, but I am not v-very good at it, I would like to learn though, if this is what you want me to do!" My speech is quick, studdering, and a little panicked. My ears twitching around as I breathe rapidly, forgetting to take a breath as I was talking. I look up at him, my tail tucking and my ears pressing against my head as I hunker down. He asks so many questions and they literally flood my brain. How was I supposed to know what I was good at? I am white, I only hide good in the snow! I am two and my mother never really bothered to teach me how to do anything before she dropped me off at one...which was hard on it's own. I have spent the year surviving, living off of tiny and dead things, sleeping in fox dens. "OH! I know! I am good at surviving! Well...mostly, except for the hunting part...i ate dead stuff and mice and rabbits and stuff! But I know how to survive on my own!" I grin, my tail waving nervously as I look back up to him, obviously pleased with my answer. Then he asks me how old I am.

Silvertongue, he said his name was, well I don't know, his tongue looked kind of pink to me. Maybe Pinktongue wasn't a good name for a boy though. My head tilts as I roll the name around in my head, wondering why his mommy would name him something like that if it wasn't true. Was there a silver spot on his tongue? I let my tail thump on the ground as I answer his question, my earlier answer making me beam with pride. "I am two, and I would very much like to make my home here, if that is okay? I need a home, I can't hunt well, so if I don't find one, I won't last long. And I am not trying to guilt you, I am telling the truth. I met some other wolf and he said that I wouldn't even make a good toothpick...I think he is right." I am nervous and rambling, but I hope he will let me in!

"Speech"