I am so torn. So nervous as I stand before this strange wolf who was apparently my brother. At this point, I didn't want any more siblings and I was starting to think that there were things about my father I didn't know. To me, Enderly had always been a bit grumpy but most of the time a push over. That could be the fact that he was quite aged compared to my mother and other father but I didn't know for sure. Whatever happened in Enderly's past would stay there because he wasn't here to tell me anymore and I wasn't going to just believe whatever this strange male spouted off. What if he was lying? Except, I felt like it was true. He looked like me. Like Enderly. Then again, I bet if I compared myself to every black wolf out there that I could find some sort of relatable look. I'm small and from what I could tell, I wouldn't get too much larger. My legs are lean and long, making up the bulk of my height, and I was super fast. But that was about all I had going for me despite my chiseled looks and mischievous eyes.
"I don't know," I mumble in response to him, uncertain what to say. Enderly hadn't been like that to me but I was fast learning that I hadn't been the most observant wolf. What if I went off and found MORE siblings? This just couldn't be happening. Loki was unnerving in the fact that while his words held a sort of expression, his face remained rather emotionless and bland, and I felt a sort of disconnect with him. Fearful that he might turn out to be like my crazed other brother. I scowl at him, brows furrowing as I fight back my tears. "I don't know! I don't even know how many brother's I have!" I cry out indignantly, obviously hurt. "Wait, no, Underidge! His name was Underidge! Dad called him that right before.. before.. he sicced that girl on him!" I choke back my tears, though a few escape and roll down my cheeks, and I get the distinct feeling he disapproves of this.
The tears turn to an angry look as he scolds me. "Well YOU weren't there to try and stop them. It was only ME! I was the best son!" It is a childish thing to say but I can't help but spit it out because the hurt of losing Enderly was so strong that I felt torn asunder now, naked in front of this brother I had heard but forgotten of. I take a step back slightly, fearing he might lash out at me for my outburst but my ears stay set back, my face fierce in it's anger, even if I quiver just a tiny bit. Bravery in the face of foolishness.
His next question soothes me a bit and I nod jerkily, baring my small teeth. "Yes. He was silver with weird silver eyes too. He looked possessed." As if I KNEW what that looked like. I suppose, in a way, I did. "She was dark," I say, then falter, unsure of any other significant details and trying to rack my brain for more.
