Cerulean Cape transcendentalism

Weetzie cocked his head and raised his eyebrows. He could hide his emotions well, but his curiosity was more evident. “Then, your grandmother raised you?” he asked. Perhaps it was not uncommon among wolves, but he had never really thought about social or family structures outside of his own little world. In his mind, there was himself, his sister, and his father and mother, and the occasional visit with his maternal grandparents.

“I have never actually spent much time with my own grandparents,” he admitted. It was something he regretted, but his tone remained flat as he continued to speak. “I have never met Father’s parents, as he actually left his pack to be with Mother. I suspect the pack did not approve of him mating with a coyote. My family visited with Mother’s parents from time to time, but I usually preferred to observe elk herds or examine the clouds or the stars rather than socialize with them. Perhaps that was a bad decision on my part.” His tone softened slightly as he added, “I expect I will never be able to see them again.” He couldn’t help thinking that if he had known that he, or rather his sister, would run so far, he would have chosen to spend more time with his grandparents when he’d had the chance.