I watch for a while unbothered by any. My pink-violet eyes watching the water and the land so far away and for now out of reach. I am determined that someday I will make the swim over, but I know my body right now is unfit for such a task. I would grow, I would be strong enough too, someday, but right now I am simply cursed to dream and imagine what could become of me and my own someday. While I knew of my family I only seen my grandmother in bursts, usually at a distance.
Always I had eyes on me from someone, somewhere. My single white tipped ear twitched lightly turning my gaze suddenly upon someone who spoke in the tongue I was more familiar with. My mind went back to the girl Adonai, she spoke a different language as well as this one. It seemed most wolves did I had no reason to think anything different thus far, never had a met a wolf that did not know the old tongue that both my parents spoke. My father preferred it when he was around, my mother spoke the common one well and taught us it, but I was not as familiar with it as I was the other.
This female, I look as she does, it is clear to me I resemble her above almost all others in my family. My mottling colors, the grey of my legs. I only got the underlined eyes of my mother and a white dot from my father. This female was whom I truly looked like though. My eyes lock onto her own bright copper, as her gaze went from me to the island I had just been gazing upon. ”Yes” I say in the old language first. I was looking to the island, there was no need to hide it. It was her next words that cause me to pause, only because it was the common tongue. I am slower at it but I understand she is asking me why I was looking at it.
”I want to go there. I wonder what is over there, what has been there, and if anyone wants it. I want it, I want to keep what is mine there.” I didn’t know the idea of secrets just yet, so I say all this in the tongue I am more familiar despite her speaking in the common one. I shared openly with my family my desires and wants, and while I did not know the wolfess before me much more than by looks alone and knowing her as my grandmother I know she is family, that my father has some semblance of care. ”Is that bad?” I ask her looking up at her with big innocent eyes. After all wasn’t I allowed to take what I wanted if I earned it, or desired it?
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