What was he becoming? What had happened with that blue male, that strange three-legged wolf that had dared enter his and his mother's den? Why was his memory in pieces before the separation with Blithra, and why was it even harder to decipher leading up to their reunion? Worse, what had provoked him to attack that blue male, to be so easily batted back and with newly forming scars at his neck and shoulder to prove for his inexperience? The anger, the pure and raw fury that had enveloped him . . . He could only see crimson then.
And he had scared his mother. He had scared Blithra into near submission. What was wrong with him?!
Plagued by these question he could not answer, Denzel had taken to being quite careful around the feral-looking female, barely looking her in the eye when they sat pressed together in the summer mornings. He longed to make it up to her for making the wolfess so worried over him, and thus the adolescent had taken to trying to find a meal for them both rather than her always having to do the hunting. With the river as his guide, he began to move upstream towards the forest in hopes of catching easy prey with the warmer months's advent.
Denzel chanced a glance of his reflection in the river, and he saw the strange adoornments on his ear and chest, could feel and hear the silver clanks of the cuff and chain binding his ankle. Where had those come from? Humans? But he did not remember going near humans . . . Then again, could he truly trust his memory anymore?
And he had scared his mother. He had scared Blithra into near submission. What was wrong with him?!
Plagued by these question he could not answer, Denzel had taken to being quite careful around the feral-looking female, barely looking her in the eye when they sat pressed together in the summer mornings. He longed to make it up to her for making the wolfess so worried over him, and thus the adolescent had taken to trying to find a meal for them both rather than her always having to do the hunting. With the river as his guide, he began to move upstream towards the forest in hopes of catching easy prey with the warmer months's advent.
Denzel chanced a glance of his reflection in the river, and he saw the strange adoornments on his ear and chest, could feel and hear the silver clanks of the cuff and chain binding his ankle. Where had those come from? Humans? But he did not remember going near humans . . . Then again, could he truly trust his memory anymore?
