Wheeling Gull Isle Oceans Breath

He didn't have many memories of the man that had fathered him. Nor did he have any meaningful ones with his mother, though he couldn't say they were unpleasant. The child wasn't concerned with his family's dynamics, or building relationships. He was an odd one for sure, never going out of his way to play with other pups but instead focusing on the world around him. Anything except other wolves interested him, unless it was a specific kind of noisy.

Big, doe-y eyes looked up to his mother. Yes, m-mother. He stuttered, though not out of nervousness or anxiety. He'd developed it some time after he'd begun speaking, his train of thought getting interrupted a lot by sounds, even his own voice sometimes. It wasn't very bothersome to him, it was simply his way of communicating. He padded to Tzila, coming to lay by her side if he was allowed. Anything w-wrong?