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He shook his head. That sort of question had no easy answer. At least, that was so in Whip's experiance. He found emotion not only difficult to articulate, but it was also difficult to inwardly interpret what he was feeling at any given moment. He bounced from one extreme to another. From intense anger to chilly sorrow, there was no healthy medium. Sometimes, he felt nothing at all. Like he wasn't even a wolf, but some sort of bug or some other lower life-form.

 "I— I don't know," he anwered. "Sometimes I feel hollow, or something." The boy shrugged. "I don't know what to feel, but I havn't felt right for a while." In fact, he had never felt right. His gaze sought his sisters face. In his eyes was a silent plea. Can you help me?