fear. the frantic feeling of drowning. is that what it felt like? the constant need to run and hide, when life wasnt going the correct way? the urge to flee, the endorphines kicking in to either save you or kill you. it was panic. the young pup felt helpless to the mindset. his mother? dead. his father? gone. brothers and sisters? what were those? he was utterly alone. no one to protect him from the harsh winters of his habitat, no one to save him from creatures that lurked in the night, no one to save him from his own body, attempting so hard to end itself. he wouldnt let that happen, though. immunocompromised, thats what the old wolf who had pulled him out of the storm had said. ¨stay away from those who are sick, unless you wish to perish. steer clear of injuries unless you wish to become very ill¨

thats exactly what the child did. he stayed away, barely scrimmaging for food for a few weeks before stumbling into this new world.. Blossom Forest as the others he encountered had called it. would he really be safe here? would this be the place that he could call home? his mind told him to run. run away as far as his stibby legs could carry him. run so fast that his limbs would fall off and he would be forced to surrender to the elements.

his mind was the only thing keeping him in this area. he heard bad things, stories about blood-sucking vamps that would pounce on a small child like himself. why he chose to subject himself to this land, he still didnt know. his immune system was out of wack from birth, but he somehow knew that if he was able to find someone, anyone, to help him, he would be okay. but why in the world was he marching straight up to the border of the pack known for those creatures that go bump in the night, the ones keeping slaves to suck on their crimson blood as much as they want? maybe, he thought, that they would be the strongest ones to save him. or maybe, he was foolish. he could die, right there and then. the black ravens flying overhead sent chivers down the small body, grey fur tufts sticking up at random from the anxious chewing.

there he stood. his ivory toes right on the tip of the border which ominously smelled like blood, but he chose to ignore it. zudios wanted protection, someone to save him from the world around him. the dark trees loomed above him, shadows dancing on the earth as the moon beaming down played tricks with his eyes. despit his obvious fear of the world, he kept a straight face as he let his haunches reach the floor, his small muzzle raising up and letting out a weak howl, attempting to sound stronger than he was. it... didnt really work all too well. the child let his dull ice eyes drop to his legs, anxiety drumming in his chest. ¨someone. anyone.. please.¨ he muttered, letting his forelegs drop to the ground, giving up. he didnt really know what to do at this point. either someone was going to show up and save him (or eat him, it was a possibility), or they would ignore the childs call.