She was slimmer and more girly pretty like, but he wondered why she looked so much like daddy. He was slightly afraid that she would have other similarities of his father too, but she did not seem cruel. The large woman on two legs had been nice to him, despite having scared him. Her voice was soft and held no danger that the child’s dark ears could detect at least. She said that she was sorry for looking like his father, and the boy could actually believe that. He doubted it was her fault that she had happened to look almost exactly like his father. Appearances, the boy had come to understand, could not be changed no matter how much one might wish it to change. Conor liked white wolves. Catalyst had been very cute and white, and he too wanted to be white and cute. Still, his fur was darker, and seemed to slowly darken into something darker than both of his parents. He did not understand. Did dark mean bad wolf and white mean good wolf? Colours did not necessarily decide how nice or bad a person would be, right?
The next words made no sense, so the child had to reply her words several times. That could not be true, because if she had been daddy’s child then she would have been just as small as Emwe and Conor, but she was very large like an adult and looked very much like an adult. ”You’re lying, you are old and big and I are not and I and Emwe has he as our daddy.” the boy said, believing he was right about this. The brown child did not know about his many half siblings around in these lands. He failed to realize that this was his oldest half sister, and that his was only one of many litters that his father had created. Conor knew nothing, he just knew that his daddy was bad, and he did not like bad wolves that looked like his dad, and this woman was lying. He did not like liars.