Bramblepoint red-hawk for dinner

In truth, it was more likely his mother's coddling that limited him than anything else, but there was more to it. He was growing faster than the rest of his body could keep up, leaving him feeling weak and fatigued. He knew that it would catch up with time, but it was difficult to do much. I don't want to only go out at night. His entire body seemed to frown now, a vision of pure misery. All I want is a normal life with a role in a pack and familiar faces. Was that too much to ask for?

My mom does all the hunting, she chases off any threat, and makes all of our plans. So basically, he had none of the basic skills that made a wolf. It's easier that way. She doesn't want me to wander because I might miss a threat until it's right next to my ear. For a moment he glanced back to the bushes, his mother hadn't reappeared yet.

..I don't know if I can make you understand, I'm sorry. It was difficult to descirbe his experience, because he had nothing to compare it to. This is how it had always been for Delos.