After the kind female had led him to their home, he had been content with living again. He still shivered, still found himself to be a rather wimpy male, but he was still alive thanks to the wolves of... Rosings, was it? He hadn't even been able to give his name to the others and so far not many had noted he was indeed mute. Perhaps here he could go on living though, if they wished to have him. Anywhere with others was better than alone in the cold.

It was as this resolution crept in his head that he smelled something strange. He was but a young lad and had never before scented a female in heat before. Or, perhaps he had and simply hadn't know what to do with the information yet. He now knew what mating was, how pups were to be born and raised, but acting upon such urges he had never done. He had never fallen in love nor lust, but his heart did start beating faster when the sweet scent filled the air of their territory.

Almost against his will did his feet bring him to the woman who had come across the man with a death wish, freezing in place when he did spot her. Act casual, act normal. Nobody likes us anyway. Go on, get out of there.

Calloon had never even thought he would be in this kind of situation. Sex, mating, women swinging their hips... Those were all but distant fantasies that crept up on him every now and then. He wasn't strong enough to be a father. He couldn't even talk to his children if he ever got them or tell his mate how much he loved her. She wouldn't even know his name, his ambitions, the sound of his voice... He wouldn't even be able to wish her goodnight or sing her to sleep.

But "that time"... it was right now. And he was right there. Did she want him? Or was he just at the right place at the right time? She was pretty... But he found everyone pretty, was it enough to act upon urges he had never even felt before? His tail wagged behind him as he shyly shrugged, but his golden ringed eyes soon found hers. Was she just playing with him?

But thunder always came after the spark of lightning. Before he could even think of trying anything with Lilah, a male he did not recognize (but which he assumed to be the leader Lilah had spoke of, the one that would accept him) came barging onto the romantic setting they had created. Much like the female in heat did he press his smaller frame upon the ground, paws nearly comically shielding his head and eyes as his butt stuck up and his tail pressed against his undersides. He whimpered what sounded to be an apology, but he had no way of explaining the situation nor that he hadn't really planned on banging anyone ever anyway.

He heard another approach, trying to steal his Juliette away, and he was brave enough to lift one paw to look at the heated situation he had brought upon his almost newly found home. Lilah vouched for him though and he would've done so for her too if he could. He shouldn't have followed her trail... He should've been left out in the cold to die! Stupid, stupid, stupid...

His ears flopped up. While the growling had stopped, what he heard next frightened him more. They were just going to hide Lilah away? But she was the only one that could explain his arrival.  She was the only one that could save him from the beating he would likely be receiving. Perhaps he'd even be chased away, unable to protest or even as much as give them his name.

Ooorrghh. A gurgled mess spilled from his throat, mouth wide to produce a sound that vaguely resembled someone's voice as the stump of what was left of his tongue could be seen wriggling in the back. He was trying to say something along the lines of "No, that's cruel" but perhaps only the "no" could be recognized, maybe not even that. His eyes went wide, shocked to say the least that this situation had made him want to scream and shout. But he was far too cowardly to do it, even if he was able to.

He watched as Lilah got taken away by the dark female and was left alone with Grayson. Lilah was his voice around here, how could he ever make clear what he had intended without her? He had kept on living and had immediately caused trouble for everyone around. He took but a few steps forward, almost as if he wanted to chase after the two and make sure someone would be there to speak for him. Though he was rarely quick to judge, he found this Grayson to be unkind. He understood that pups were unwanted, but Lilah should be free to go about her day. If he was able to control himself around her, then so were others. It felt like... she was just an object to make babies now. He didn't think her feelings were being very well considered, but he also didn't know of the history these wolves shared with each other. Nor had he ever been in contact with a female in heat before... How could he know what it was all about.

He looked up shyly to the bigger male, still in his submissive position. He opened his mouth, pawing at his throat. He didn't have Lilah around to tell this man he couldn't speak. Well, not that he ever tried to learn it. He had made sounds just now... Maybe his name would suffice... 'aaajjll...oooornn... He tried his best, his utmost best, but almost only the vowels he was able to spit out. He then gave an apologetic smile, unsure of how to fix all the trouble he had caused by just being in the wrong place at the wrong time...

He was rather quick to find his footing on his deer-like limbs but they stuck out at the sides to make him appear slightly smaller. Any wrong move now meant he would be sent away no doubt, which meant he wouldn't get to see Lilah again. She had spoken of Grayson and while Calloon had assumed the white-eyed man to be him, it was only now confirmed. His surname told Calloon nothing and the information given he did indeed already know. He just didn't want to know.

His ears pressed down farther and he smiled again. He nodded. If it hadn't been for her, Grayson would've found a frozen carcass on his doorstep instead of having to deal with this situation.

He swallowed awkwardly. Usually others sympathized with his situation, but the cold stare of the man called Grayson bore right through his fragile soul to give him the feeling he was less wolf than him. If anyone knew his story, they'd probably not see him as the coward he had become. It almost seemed he had wasted all his courage in his youth.

He nodded, frowning a little. He did understand, but Lilah was the only reason he was there to begin with. When the man walked up, Calloon straightened himself out and went in the opposite direction, probably to sink into a pit of despair again.