He was upset, mad, still. He didn’t understand why though. Asriel felt like his blood was boiling when really he should be happy right? The killer of his sister was dead so why was he still mad? It was hard to get his emotions in line, to understand why he felt this way. Shouldn’t he be happy? His mother didn’t seem so either, but she didn’t seem mad either. The boy was still very young, just into his first year, there was still a lot to learn about his life, the way everything worked. Why was it that now he felt even angrier?

The fact was, just because the male was dead it didn’t mean his sister was back. He didn’t suffer long enough for what he had taken away from Asriel and his family. That was what he thought. It was wrong to think that, his whole life he was taught all life was precious, even that of your prey that you kill. Taking a life of another wolf surely then was horrible. For an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind, his family always believed that you should forgive those that hurt you, that you try to understand how they act and why they did it. What was the purpose and reason did he have to do that.

Asriel’s brian couldn’t wrap around it. So when he stormed away from his mother’s den and just kept walking he didn’t notice it was night and that his white paws were soon dripping over a root, slamming into something about his size, white and puffy and falling onto the ground. So lost in thought he wasn’t really watching where he was going, and the copper eyed boy was now on the ground rolling around with a yelp. Asriel scrambled up to his paws his mind running quickly finally realizing that he was not in Taviora and that he was… somewhere else. Almost two years of life and the boy never wandered farther than the borders of his birth home. His eyes landed on the same aged white pup he tripped, eyes wide and mouth agape.

Several moments passed before finally Asriel moved quickly to further upright himself. ”I’m sorry I didn’t see you there.” He said sheepishly, his hot blood had died the moment his stomach, and him flipped when he tripped. Asriel was quite unsure what to do now, he never really talked to strangers often, if ever.