The pink colored male trotted around the end of the den where his family lived. He usually preferred to creep out early before the other awoke, almost scared at spending too much time around them. His poor mother with her alternate personality, his father who he believed to be insane for loving his mother's evil side. His siblings, well they weren't any better. He believed himself to be the most sane, but even still he wondered.
Bishop would lose expanses of time and have no recollections of the events that had occurred around him. He worried he was the same as his mother, turning into a Jeckle and Hyde, one meek and one a monster. What he didn't know is that his alternate was more silent then he already was. Almost to the point of being a mute, only muttering under his breath.
The sun was just peaking over the horizon, setting the forest ablaze with colors. His brown eyes waked the sun rise slowly, his black paws shuffling a little, itching to get moving, exploring well out beyond his home. One day he was going to leave, but in a way he felt he didn't have the courage yet to do so, as if some invisible force held him back.
