Freedom awaits if we have the key

I was unaware of exactly how much family I had here. That this girl was my second cousin, that several wolves of this pack were my uncles and other forms of family. Honestly it seemed as though my parents kept me sheltered from most of them. My grandmother was the only one who saw us often, I took after her I realized, but I am not aware that this girl is like me. She looks nothing like me I think, though the violet in her eyes maybe are like my father’s I am too inexperienced and unknowledgeable in such things to put two and two together. Someday though I would know the truth, all of it, but for now I will stay blissfully ignorant and childishly selfish over the thing that was mine.

The older girl seemed to understand my simple reasoning though. My mother didn’t teach me to take what’s mine, that was more something I knew I had to do. I was smaller then my brother and competition was a thing. It was just him but I knew if I didn’t claim to something I would either have to share it or potentially have it taken away. I was still woefully ignorant of many things, but I was pleased this girl understood why I took it. Finally, prize in my maw, I back away still holding it to me though the girl doesn’t seem to fully realize that while ignorant there were few things I did know. I was young, but I had pulling flowers and plants from the roots before, seen what happened over time.

”And until the day it dies it will still be mine.” I huffed at her keeping my body twisted and protective as if she was going to take it from me. My tail swishes slightly and I continue watching her a bit warily. Honestly I am starting to feel it might be time to slip back home with my prize and keep it for myself. She however doesn’t seem to be done with me. She gives me a name, Adonai, and honestly I didn’t know if I should give her mine. My family was separated, and she didn’t ask for my name, nor did grandmother when she wanted it. She knew it already when we I first remember meeting with her.

”Adonai. I like how it sounds.” though a name is not something I can claim for my own I do like the way it rolls of the tongue. ”Does it mean something?” I ask giving my head the most innocent looking of tilts. I am curious after all, and while I liked what was mine and kept what was mine safe I really wasn’t unkind, just unlearned.