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I'm still trying to work out the details in my head. It's all kind of blurry. I can't believe that mom's dead. I got her killed. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have talked to that wolf and asked about her scars. I should have just kept my big mouth closed. I clench my jaw, trying to brush the troubling thoughts away. I don't even know if my sister will ever speak to me again. She blames me for what happened and frankly, I don't blame her. I'm a coward. I should have done something. I shake my head as I wander into the fields. I guess it doesn't really matter where I go at this point since I'm a loner now. I hate the idea of always being alone. I know I should go back to Glorall but right now doesn't feel like the right time. I think I need some more experience outside of pack life. I need more research so I can be a better diplomat. I want to be the best, after all. I wonder who I can meet in the fields. Hopefully not anyone like that other wolf. I guess I should avoid the ones with scars. I wander down to the edge of the lake, leaning my head down to take a drink. I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the surface and I tilt my head, staring. I wonder what others see when they look at me. Do they see the coward who couldn't even fight for his own mother's life? Do they see the pack advisor I plan to be some day? Or do they just see a nobody, someone who doesn't matter? Tristan.male.4 years old.son of Enigma & |