Silence had enveloped his every waking moment as he refused to say so much as a word to anyone, including Maeve, Tannis, and Vitani. The tawny pup that had once been full of energy and never without a word to say was silent, constantly, because none of the words that came to mind felt right anymore. His mother was dead, and his father had disappeared without taking him or his sister with them. They were alone with a woman amongst them who had made them just what they were – orphans. Wren was curled up, hiding from the rest of the world which had become more of a habit than he was willing to admit. He was staring nowhere in particular, lost in a daydream while contemplating what to do next.
There were stages that someone was supposed to go through, and he found himself in the second stage. He was angry, a raging bull ready to strike despite lacking the physical capacity to do so. His denial had passed when he realized his mother was never going to wake up, and that he had lost her forever. No, he was furious, taking multiple faces to the rage he felt burning inside of him. When he thought of anger he thought of Aponi and Datura and Kyna.
It was wrong. He knew he shouldn’t feel angry with his agemate because of the actions of her mother, but he couldn’t help the fact that he was angry – she had both parents while he now had none. Granted, he had a sister and she was a lone child. The child rose onto his paws, shaking his head while collecting himself into an emotionless, still child. He slowly sauntered around, giving nothing away inside based on reactions. That wouldn’t help anywhere.
Swift as a Deer. Quiet as a Shadow.
Wren Destine-CaravelloFear Cuts Deeper Than Swords.