Things were strange, and Halo wasn’t sure how he was going to track that. The pale creature could smell so many things happening, scents like blood and meat and… something bad. Adrenaline hung thick in the air, and he was trying to figure out where the fear was coming from. Something big and predatory, something that had come in the moments of panic after he’d been dropped back inside the den and… yeah. Yeah, no, honestly he had no idea. No one really bothered to fill him in on things, but that didn’t matter all that much because he wouldn’t be able to hear them anyway.
Halo’s grasp of language was coming differently than the other deaf child in the group. Quite differently, as Alistair had already figured out how to get by without being able to hear what the others were saying, forming the sounds on his own and reading lips. Halo lacked the interest. Alice hardly spoke, and when she did it didn’t pertain to him. Herschel was too busy playing with the others. No, the young boy with the pink eyes kept largely to himself and didn’t hold that against anyone. It was his fault he wasn’t reaching out. Alice was dully reminded of one of her daughters, long since gone away with the gypsy whirlwind in her heart, Ace. Halo was rather like Ace in a lot of ways, and that troubled her. She didn’t say anything, of course, but it troubled her.
Still, the pale creature sits nearer to Fenrir’s feet, sniffing at his uncle curiously. He may be the last of the pups to realize, the last of them to get it. It’s not like the day will stand out in his memory, not at this rate. Just another day. A day where strange things (more things he didn’t understand) happened. Just like every other day.
halo
my clothes are still soaking wet from your brother’s tears |