Would it be a crime to admit that he had enjoyed his adoptive family for the short time that he had been with them? Dark Father was so much like Zagan himself that he felt kindred to him in a more ominous way. Red Mother was endearing even in her ferocity. They had taken him in, even at Dark Father’s wishes to consume him, and had cared for him as they would their own flesh and blood. He had been lost and they had saved him. Even in his short time with the feral family he had learned some habits; like the way Dark Father and Red Mother feasted upon lupine bodies and the dominant way in which Dark Father carried himself. Zagan found himself wishing to be much like that male, despite his admiration for his own true parents. How were they even sure that Dark Father was not truly his sire?

The speculations whirled within his mind on a daily basis and caused even more turmoil than usual. Being mute came with more disadvantages than simply not being able to speak. Especially for one from such potent bloodlines. Dominant natures bred upon each other only meant to destroy the psyche of those resulting in the procreation; Ilias had his own faults from what Zagan could already see. The amethyst eyed shadow of Tobias had already begun to spin his own psychotic mess from his misfortune. Being unable to speak and respond to others created a mental breakdown of sorts to occur within his mind – a rift. Voices made themselves present, speaking in turn when he could not utter a word. At first they were small, innocent mutterings, but since his encounter with the others they had become more prominent. Their nature turning into something more dominant and ferocious.

He worries for what they will morph themselves into as time goes on. Will they change him? Will they alter his perspective on his own family? He cannot imagine turning upon his siblings nor his parents. Yet the threat is ever present as the voices’ wishes turn more sinister with each passing day.

The obsidian boy finds comfort in the presence of his littermates, especially that of Kairos, for she is the only female and one to be protected. He has learned, just as all of the others had, to scale the rocks of their new home and when he notices his sister’s white figure romping away he simply must pursue her. Ears prick forward first before jumping clumsily to his paws as she disappears beyond the boulders. Soon he is clambering upon the jagged rock face of the crags in search of her.

Pitch ears flicker atop his handsome head as he stops and listens for her. When the splashing of water travels down the slopes he is quickly climbing the rocks once more to find the source of running water, and hopefully Kairos as well. Moderately flattened earth provides him with the space he needs to pick up into a lumbering run upon too-large paws toward the sound of the stream. He curves around a boulder to see the small waterfall and his sibling laying upon a flat rock within the sunlight. His shadowed figure moves toward her with a prominent wagging of his tail high into the air. A black, wet nose is reach outward to inspect her and to nudge roughly at her cheek before he gnaws upon her pliant ear.