Silver Creek Butterflies fly away

He watched as Lilah got taken away by the dark female and was left alone with Grayson. Lilah was his voice around here, how could he ever make clear what he had intended without her? He had kept on living and had immediately caused trouble for everyone around. He took but a few steps forward, almost as if he wanted to chase after the two and make sure someone would be there to speak for him. Though he was rarely quick to judge, he found this Grayson to be unkind. He understood that pups were unwanted, but Lilah should be free to go about her day. If he was able to control himself around her, then so were others. It felt like... she was just an object to make babies now. He didn't think her feelings were being very well considered, but he also didn't know of the history these wolves shared with each other. Nor had he ever been in contact with a female in heat before... How could he know what it was all about.

He looked up shyly to the bigger male, still in his submissive position. He opened his mouth, pawing at his throat. He didn't have Lilah around to tell this man he couldn't speak. Well, not that he ever tried to learn it. He had made sounds just now... Maybe his name would suffice... 'aaajjll...oooornn... He tried his best, his utmost best, but almost only the vowels he was able to spit out. He then gave an apologetic smile, unsure of how to fix all the trouble he had caused by just being in the wrong place at the wrong time...