Kintla Flatlands Wake me up when September ends

If the faded male would have known the impatient and indecisive wolf before him was Alpha, he would not have cared any more than if he were a wolf travelling the lands like he. Though Yuda doubted disturbances among the plateau from outside sources or threats, a brief pondering on why the male would venture down and away from sanctuary dribbled into his head not unlike the flood from the sky upon his body; except the thought evaporated while the wet cling wrap upon his fur did not.

But another flood gate was opened in Yuda — one of agitation and one that provided words. "First you beckon me, now you wish to rid of me? Impatience is not a strength." His voice could be described as almost quiet and patient, along with matter-of-factual. It was no doubt that the juvenile was too serious for his age, possibly any age, but limited emotion took over the boy now and then (and long in between), even if it was for a few brief moments.