Sex: MaleThe child was growing accustomed to the breaks that his mother would take from him. This was not to say they didn't still bother him, for he very much felt out of place without her doting presence. When she wasn't within sight, he was consistently on edge, guarded against what the world might try to deal to him while she was not here to deflect the wrong from the right. He also worried for her safety, and had a sneaking, festering fear deep within that this was the time she might not return, every time. It wasn't that he doubted her love and will to come back to him; it was that he had seen the open expanse beyond his den swallow others before her. Sven did not yet understand what lie beyond his own life. For him, the horizon point was where the flat disc of the earth abruptly ended, and all who passed fell into inescapable nothing.
The blue was nearly completely absent from his eyes now, becoming lost in the thickening gray fog. They sought a plaything, something new aside from the now-ragged pinecone that had always been his favorite toy, present as long as he could remember. The sticks and stones, patches of grass and thickly piled dirt, did nothing to sway his interest. At a loss, he turned his empty sights to the form of his darkly colored guardian, the one whom Piety referred to as father. Sven felt a strong pull toward this wolf, leading to an attachment that was not quite as strong as the intimate bond between him and his mother, but still one that created a deep wealth of trust and fondness. His growing legs carried him silently to his father's presence, a grace unlikely for his age noticeable in his youthful movement.
"Fath..." like a printer out of ink, the word faded upon his tongue as it proved too difficult for him to properly wrap his tongue around. Already developing a sense of pride, Sven was rarely found babbling. If he could not get a word right, he'd rather not speak it at all than be incorrect. Only @Piety could coax him into sessions of vocal effort, when no one else was around to overhear his blundering.
"Dad," he decided on, whispy tail swaying with mild elation. Sven felt proud to finally be able to communicate the words he'd always heard adults speaking, even if his vocabulary was limited and many still tripped his tongue. "Where mom?"
His father would know. He always knew the answers to all of his questions, just as Piety did. While he never doubted his mother, there was always something deeper registering within him when Skoll spoke. His mother told him stories, tuned her words kindly to be gentle upon his ears. In contrast, Skoll's words reverberated with nothing but pure truth.
"Bored," he asserted after a moment's hesitation between this and his question, simultaneously explaining his impatience and indirectly requesting that Skoll do something to remedy the agitation.
The blue was nearly completely absent from his eyes now, becoming lost in the thickening gray fog. They sought a plaything, something new aside from the now-ragged pinecone that had always been his favorite toy, present as long as he could remember. The sticks and stones, patches of grass and thickly piled dirt, did nothing to sway his interest. At a loss, he turned his empty sights to the form of his darkly colored guardian, the one whom Piety referred to as father. Sven felt a strong pull toward this wolf, leading to an attachment that was not quite as strong as the intimate bond between him and his mother, but still one that created a deep wealth of trust and fondness. His growing legs carried him silently to his father's presence, a grace unlikely for his age noticeable in his youthful movement.
"Fath..." like a printer out of ink, the word faded upon his tongue as it proved too difficult for him to properly wrap his tongue around. Already developing a sense of pride, Sven was rarely found babbling. If he could not get a word right, he'd rather not speak it at all than be incorrect. Only @Piety could coax him into sessions of vocal effort, when no one else was around to overhear his blundering.
"Dad," he decided on, whispy tail swaying with mild elation. Sven felt proud to finally be able to communicate the words he'd always heard adults speaking, even if his vocabulary was limited and many still tripped his tongue. "Where mom?"
His father would know. He always knew the answers to all of his questions, just as Piety did. While he never doubted his mother, there was always something deeper registering within him when Skoll spoke. His mother told him stories, tuned her words kindly to be gentle upon his ears. In contrast, Skoll's words reverberated with nothing but pure truth.
"Bored," he asserted after a moment's hesitation between this and his question, simultaneously explaining his impatience and indirectly requesting that Skoll do something to remedy the agitation.
