Firestone Hot Springs I dodge your hammer

[size=x-small]Hello. I am sorry for lateness.[/size]

The boy stared blankly for a long while after she called out. He contemplated being lost, which was definitely not what he was. A directionless wanderer without a home was more fitting, he decided. Maybe somewhere within the growing wolf he was lost, but if a hint peeked from under the stone he possessed for a heart, it wouldn't be denial but a raw laughter that shook from his body.

It never occurred that the female with pale gold eyes would be attractive, nor any other femme, whether she had pure beauty plastered upon her or if they were less-fortunate. Yuda gave attraction no thought, and no though entered his mind about the look of another wolf unless the opposing wolf would be in a defensive stance or if he had scars. And, frankly, if he even thought about looks, he would think every wolf was ugly except those with vibrant and blatantly hideous scars. Scars held stories of war, war which he was bred to live and bred to survive.

Alas, a very minute shake of his head came, one that was so small that it would be missed with a simple blink. His response was final, and that's the only thing that his thoughts rested upon for a moment until it was blown away gently to be forever forgotten.