A wolf like him can be many things; gullible, strong, and even passionate over all that can be understood…but what he will never be, without a shadow of doubt, is a liar.Resting as flat as it is possible on a hills side, with velvet soft ears turned back and eyes gazing up at the stars, Illidad waited patiently for something to come about. He was waiting for someone or something that would distract him from his confusion, to aid him with all the misunderstanding and miscommunication that passed between him and his family. He could not understand his parents with their hasty words and quick departure, and more so than that he could not put together the pieces of a crumbling puzzle as his siblings were left with strangers and those wolves that stood as caretakers for months faded into the tree line.
For some time his father had been acting strange around the pups. It was on one particular evening that Illidad caught the male in a web of sticky lies. The youth asked his father about the river, something Illidad was attracted to profoundly and then was prompted to ask about butterflies. He wanted to know where they came from, and though understanding the older wolf would be difficult, Illidad was willing to try. His father whined loudly, protested to responding and rolled over as if too tired to stay upright. His mother came and soothed Illidad, backing up her mate by stating he had quite the illness and was too fatigued to do much else; but Illidad saw the flick of his father’s eyes, the twitch of that blue nose and then he saw the male stand up and leave.
It was a lie as plain as day and everyone seemed at ease with the situation, but the pup was distressed…what was the purpose of telling him to go away without saying so bluntly? How would Illidad ever understand what others meant if they danced around topics?
Catalyst and Kalia were the old couple’s names…names of which he had a hard time pronouncing and yet would not soon forget. They were said to be family, but to the teen these abductees remain nothing more than bad guys; they are not enemies, but most certainly not blood. Drawing his forepaws toward his chest, the male sighed loudly and ended it in a disgruntled whine. Nothing made sense; nothing at all…He wondered if Marsy had to deal with this pain and how well she managed, though slowly he came to and realized that she was just fine. She did not act the he acted, troubled over the simplest of sayings and stuttering constantly. Instead, she seemed to act better.
Dusk turned to night, the moonlight coming out from the clouds just barely. It was a perfect evening to relax and enjoy the skies, especially with a family so close by but Illidad was flustered and worried and cynical. His sister, Marsy, was not in view and not able to answer all his redundant questions and his brother was off doing whatever it was he enjoyed to do…This hill was even beginning to get on his nerves, slumped so low and unable to shield him from the world.
Turning to face his rear, Illidad could not make out the figures of his siblings all the way out in the fields. Standing, the teen decided to venture over the bump and further from the confusion, paws thumping against the earth in his awkward walk.
“N-No G-G-G-O.”
