He does not know who he is, not really. He thinks of many reasons for this, but also cannot seem to come to terms with it in the next breath. Reasons upon reasons, overthinking it till it dies in his head and heart.
It is silence that has ruled him since winter began and normally sensible people began being senselessly overcome with bodily scents and physical changes to their makeups. He wonders what could compel the intelligent to slough off their intellect for something so base, so unremarkable…
But then, he’s too young to fret over such things.
It is what he has seen of Eden that intrigues him most. Even if the wolf had secrets, there is precious little that offends either of them more than the frivolity that many would say is natural in this day and age. So serious, the two of them, and yet what is the big problem with that?
His long legs give him height, his muscles lean to his body and yet stronger than they appear to be initially. His two colored eyes shift to and fro. His ears eagerly soak in all the sounds. He does not know where he is headed or what he intends, but to be alone in his thoughts is enough for now to keep him from the itching need to wander elsewhere that drove so many outside Moladion.
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