He was... confused, perhaps, or at least he more to think about than usual. He had met some unusual wolves. Everybody around him seemed to have purpose and yet, never had any of them invited
him to be some part of it. He had always been a spectator; he watched those around him go through the motions. They found mates, had families, enjoyed the company of others, fought for ranks and with reason. He, on the opposite side of such a coin, had merely drifted through existence, slowly fading out of memory and out of mind. Yet, he had been invited to
something. He had been noticed - seen! - by
somebody. He had understood it to be a good thing and yet, it had dazzled him so much so that he had seemingly fallen off whatever path he had been on once more. It had left him all too confused, too nervous and ashamed of himself. To be included had left him as insecure as ever.
And so, he had retreated to the tangled roots of the wood lands. He had crawled into the twisted, gnarled veins of the trees and there he had remained; he ate of the small mice that crept along the wood and dirt, and he slept ignorant of the world above. There, in the darkness and solitude, he had been able to think once more. Or, at least, he had been able to focus on the whispers that scratched away at his skull. The voices of his mother, his father, even his brothers; they told him to worry, to be afraid, to understand that the female he had met had meant to scare him. She had meant to betray him somehow. After all, why else would she want him? Weak, weak, weak. He needed his mother to protect him. Did he want to end up like Paldor? Like his father? Be they dreams or reality, he could not help. Instead, he had merely retreated into himself, growling and twitching in frustration and confusion amongst the shadows and wood. There was somebody above him, though. Somebody to wake him up.
His eyes had fluttered open at the sound of paws above him in the forest; the sound of snapping twigs and autumn leaves slipped down into his abode. For some time, he merely listened. He had grown shy of the outside world, let alone other wolves. Yet, he still craved them so terribly. Like a virus, his stomach twisted and snarled at his starvation - not for food, no, but for affection. Kindness. Something to quiet his mind and illuminate a path for him. Every time he had gotten close, he had always found himself empty and alone. Perhaps it was those memories that made him rise up from the shadows, his slender form sliding out from his makeshift, rickety den as the form of another passed in front. Now, he was able to see the male; pale and tall, strong and broad. The opposite of Wraith who had risen to reveal the shocking thinness of his form, his glossy white eyes mirroring his desperation as watched the other's back.
"You're... seeking something?"
He had spoken without meaning to, his brows furrowed ever so slightly. He had not meant to draw attention to himself and yet, now he surely had. His legs shifted beneath him, ever nervous, and yet he did his best to be steely and strong. Like his mother had been - alpha blood. Yet, he had never been anything more than a mirror of failure.
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