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To be thinking of his mother's berating words as he stood on the shores of new lands seemed unfitting. Had he not run away from them to escape all of this? If he'd continue to worry, things would still be the exact same, except that his parents were no longer there to physically push him in any directions. But if he allowed his mind to be swayed by them, still... And what if they were right, and life would sooner or later demand from Trent to find a mate and produce heirs? It didn't hold his interest, but maybe he needed to consider that that was the way the natural cycle of life ran. The voice surprised Trent, and although he felt the compelling urge to curl into a small ball on the ground, he did not and merely turned around to look at the male. Trent couldn't have been prepared for what he saw then. Maybe he should've been, since it hadn't been very hard to guess that things were different outside his birth home, but Trent had no way to deal with the wolf, walking upright, holding and wearing... things. Trent instantly turned around and spread his sturdy legs on the ground, looked up at the strange male with the intriguing fur colour, his dull grey eyes painted with apology. Feeling small and out of place, Trent sat up on his hind legs, tried to anyway, to somehow match the stranger with the swaying hips' size a little and not feel so small and threatened. |