Duskfire Glacier If he don't want me [J]

@Malachi

As time had progressed, Artok had gained a cynical personality in a sense. He was also much more serious than most his age. He also no longer played, unless it was a learning game. One could say that his uncle had ruined him for a child, had ruined his childhood. But as always he would defend him no matter how wrong he was until his last breath. They had gotten separated while they had traveled, how he wasn't sure. He thought perhaps just perhaps his uncle had abandoned him for good this time. He was always calling him an infection and telling him to get lost, maybe this time he had made it happen.

He was far too young to be on his own for long and it showed in the pinched way his belly felt. The way his skin hung off his bones. He was malnourished of a high degree. Even his eyes were blood shot and yucky from lack of sleep, food and proper care. He had continued doggedly forward, hoping that he would find his uncles scent along the way.

But now he had put it off far too long, he needed to find a pack. Part of him was disgusted with his uncle for leaving. He had liked wintersun and Solia. He had liked Jazz and Roheryn, but his uncle had left regardless and as he was the only family he had. He followed him, perhaps he would tell him more of his mother if he were to ever find him. He sighed and shifting his weight he trotted towards a nearby pack marker. He had seen a few packs on the way, this one, this one here he seemed to like the most. It reminded him of something, but what he didn't know. But this would make a good home for the Arrluk boy. So he lifted his muzzle to the sky and he howled.