08-15-2011, 07:11 PM
He gently lifted the tiny kitten, stroking her head gently. He smiled down at it, while answering Mya's questions. "A little of both. I write poetry mostly. But at one time I was trying to write down different stories my mother told me, stories about her family, stories about the past. How she made her way to Souls, the different wolves she knew. My mother is a fascinating woman...I wish she lived closer. But as far as I know, she stayed behind in Muskegon. In Michigan, that is." He shrugged.