I will never know myself until I do this on my own;
I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I’m close to something real
I am not one for company, however the young one beneath my care desires it. She is young and craves friends and other such whimsical fantasies that I have long been closed off to even if I'm not so old myself. I am more guarded but for her desires and happiness here I am scouting for potential friends for the little doll child. Before I bring them to her I want to know everything about them, need to know if they are potential threats, where they came from and if they would try to steal my adopted daughter away. I would destroy them all if they did. And I would waste no time in striking to get her back, and my mind continues it's feral rambling as my frame moves at a steady and quick pace.
Perhaps at the young age of three I am a bit young to have adopted a yearling stray, one may say I wouldn't know how to treat the doll child right, and yet her happiness is what brightens my amber eyes whenever I can manage it, and somehow I do seem to find my ways to keep the yearling content. I do not mind making these journeys and adventures for her. I always leave her in sheltered and safe areas while I venture out, for the most part I only hunt for prey enough to keep us sated, sometimes in search of treats or collectibles, whatever she needs I can find.
Soon enough I tread upon a curiousely large hangout of wolves and slow as I calculate, my ears swivel backwards in unease as I wonder if all the packs were congregating to perhaps steal lone wolves away or something equally unsavory. A uneasy growl rumbles forth from my throat, and yet my amber eyes search for someone within that may be suitable companionship for the yearling under my care, my muscles tensing beneath my fierey coat. I should likely just go before I'm noticed.
M i K o T o
I will let you down and I will make you hurt