the great unknown

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Moz would not be happy with him. Kierkegaard was certain that his sister would despise the idea of him toting around a young child. Their lives were difficult enough as it was, but with one more mouth to feed, the ashen brute knew he would be fighting her to keep the child. It was not as though he felt like he owed it to the young pup. He was a savage man. It would have suited him more to have left her beside the river. Life was difficult and frightening, and it was of no concern to the ghastly male if an abandoned pup was whisked away in the mess of it. He could not explain what had compelled him to take her along with him – to claim her as his own. He had never had the makings of a father, but he did know of a wolf who tended to pups and had mended his hock after infection had settled in. Caiaphas would know what to do. And Kierkegaard no longer feared turning to the waif for assistance.
“Signe, we’re going to see Caiaphas. You will behave,” he spoke to her as though she were a delinquent, incapable of being able to function in the real world. More than that, however, he was certain that she did not understand much of what he said to her. Nonetheless, it would be wise to begin her linguistic skills at a young age. The man of few words knew that her experience with him would be difficult and astoundingly frustrating, but he believed it to have been a sign that she did not die. It was fate or destiny – possibly even coincidence – that had brought the survivalist to her. The wild was an unforgiving place, but she would learn that in time.
The male lumbered towards the borders of Ankyra Sound. His skull was held low to the earth and his breath came in great huffs. Every so often, he would remind himself to pause for the girl to allow her smaller legs to catch up with him. In spite of her turmoil, she was moving forward. This was, perhaps, the reason why he found the need to take her in. Her spirit reminded Kierkegaard of himself at that age. She would grow into an even stronger creature because of her strife.