I didn't know what the word 'loud' meant, not really, but if I had to pick something to describe as loud it would be the colors of spring. My pure white eyes glanced around as we traveled, looking at all the different things that I wasn't able to see in Asteraia. Though the wide open fields held their own beauty, there was something... wild about the riverside, and I found myself in a very agreeable mood due to it. I tore my gaze away from the surroundings to look up at my mother and her beautiful white fur, and her sparkling blue eyes. She was a lovely woman, even at a young age I realized that. But today she seemed... distracted. I was not sure why she had taken me out here today above the rest of my siblings, but I didn't mind. It was hard to be around all of them. Too many mouths to keep track of.
My father was sad, too. Two of his kin had died to the bear, and there was not much any of us could do to comfort him except to just be there. I could do that. I was becoming an expert on body language due to my deafness- which, I was beginning to realize, not everyone suffered from- and I could just tell when someone was sad. And I could help, with a look or a touch or a word. They seemed to be happy when I spoke, even if it was simple. Though I was a bit strange, I was no sociopath, and I cared about my family.
My tail wagged slightly as I followed right next to my mother. It was quite the walk, but I was a bit older now and it was easy to keep up, especially when she kept stopping to make sure I was doing alright. I bumped into her leg as she stopped suddenly, a noise of complaint coming from my maw as I brought a paw up to rub at my nose.
I didn't have much time to react, however, as my mother scoops me up. I squirm around a bit but decide against it, she is running full-tilt and the last thing I want is for her to drop me. It's rather demeaning, being carried in such a way, but there's little I can do about it. I huff, useless ears pressed back against my head, displeased.
Finally, she pulls to a stop in front of a wolf I don't recognize, and puts me down. I glance up at her sternly, my eyes saying 'do not do that again,' but she is preoccupied. I can tell that she is afraid, her blue eyes wide with fear and her posture stiff. 'What? What is it?' I manage to catch the words from her lips and I glance at the wolf in front of us, pressing my small body against my mother's limb.
"Momma." I say in my dull, monotone voice, trying to comfort her in a way I couldn't really accomplish with words. I didn't like seeing her afraid, no, not one bit. She was my mother, she was supposed to be... oh, I don't know. But I feel a slight anger for whatever caused her to feel this way. The wolf in front of us? Perhaps. I remove my gaze from my mother and focus on him, my pale gaze narrowed.
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