Redsand Canyon Creatures of the Night

She’s turning the subject on him. Not maliciously; he can tell she’s genuinely curious. He will indulge her since she’s not feeling her best. It’s the least he can do. So he nods to her in a silent agreement to share his past.

His eyes break off from her own and he allows them to dance along the stars. “I was born into a violent pack run by my wolf father and my dog mother. The Saints. We went to war, fought and killed many. I grew up doing the same. My father guiding me every step of the way.” He signs then, shaking his head like he can’t believe himself back then. “I had my first love, another dog. She betrayed us and lead humans to our pack. They killed every single one us except me. She was pregnant with my pups too.” He shrugs then. “I couldn’t do shit a bout it and they knocked me out. I woke up here.” He ends finally and gazes back to her. His voice isn’t as sad as it is type of tone that says Hey, what can you do? He can’t change it after all.