Whitefish River It's hard to believe

At this moment, he realized one thing. She was talking to him. They were getting to know one another - even if right now it was more one sided, but it was more than what he had gotten in months. Fluttering behind him in a moment of glee, his tail thumped a couple times before pondering her next question... or more so, what to share. 

I- I uh... I use to be very upset. Shifting his weight as he continued to think through what he would say. It’s upsetting for a child to be treated differently, I wasn’t allowed to play was one of the things; and imagine my frustrations when my first breeding season came around and i was left well... uuuh, disappointed. Perhaps a little too much to share really, but this is where he stopped on the subject of his youth, even if he was the one who brought it up.

Does it bother me now? Not at all. I eventually learned that I had no one to be mad at so I grew to accept it, enjoy the thing I can. With that, he smiled, that classic wide grin, care-free in the moment.