The young boy had never felt so proud with himself! There was an extra jump in his step as he wandered through the crags he had been born in, alone for the first time in his life. It wasn't as hard as he had thought to get out from under his mother's watchful gaze, perhaps that was why his sister Eto did it so much. It was quite the adventure, exploring the free lands until he found the place he had called home for most of his life before his mother had uprooted him and his sister in a desperate attempt to find his father and brother. Qallupilluk did not understand, nor did he care to, he was content in following his mother where ever she went. Today however he wanted to explore for himself!

The small boy waddled along, hoping from rock to rock. Snow covered the land but it prove no problem for the small monster, his mother giving him the pelt to deal with the cold and the webbed toes of a tundra born wolf while both his parents gave him the strength to push through the white material. At some point, it had started snowing upon him, causing him to snap viciously at it, his small snarls quite adorable and making him out to be nothing more than a playful pup and not a mentally damaged individual, not a young wolf trying to catch and kill the snow that he thought was a living thing. When he decided the the snow did not taste good and was therefore not for eating, he continued to wander aimlessly, at some point finding a stick and carrying it around like a sword.

Part of him knew the punishment he would receive when he returned would be severe, his mother always being more harsh with him than his siblings. His brain did not understand why, all he understood was that when he was bad, he got hit, and therefore bad things got hit. Qallupilluk did not function like others, and never would. His brain had suffered damage at a tender age due to the carelessness of his mother, and then warped further by his mother's insanity and his father's cruelties. For him, the world was a simple place: there were things to eat and things not to eat. There would still be a long time before he discovered more about the world, more of his instinctual drives that had not developed yet, like the need to breed. For now he simply played and ate, trying to learn what he could about the world in his own special way, though the picture would always be quite skewed.