A jailyard assault in rain and mud

Though Yuda had no perception around or about the scrutiny the wolves expelled in these lands, it was a very different type of atmosphere. His clan all held the night-colored eyes, and even member within the actual pack paid no mind, whether it was the eyes of death or cool, even disinterested and listless, behavior. The clan were bottom feeders — a complete necessity to the pack's longevity, but shunned and rejected nonetheless.

The desire to reply was not only present, but not given any regard as to existing. Yuda never made a sound, even within his own clan. Even in a place which should have been safe, the boy became subject to cruel mumblings and victim to questions that were overly callous for a wolf come of age, let alone a child. Yuda never recalled what his life was when his age was months younger, although he never recalled anything on purpose — all came to haunt within nightmares, the reason why slumber was experienced in lesser amounts than before he came to these lands.

It could be agreed upon that the child was much too serious, and this severe aspect, which was the whole of him, was used as a response to the male. Silence ensued, even if the boy felt a small tug to say something. It was subconsciously suppressed, awaiting a response.