Word Count → 365 :: HERPADERP IDK if they've ever met. :| Either way, Harlowe doesn't recognize. R CRAZYPANTS.
Winter had made Harlowe lean, and it was unlikely he would regain this weight in summer -- the next winter would be even harsher, and so forth. The pallid wolf did not realize his own danger; though certainly his mother had imparted to him the very same survival instincts and knowledge of the world as she had on all her other children, the boy did not remember, or it had not truly sunk into his brain, or he was too used to being cared for and doted upon. In any case, there was something broken within Harlowe and he did not truly understand how to care for himself. Doomed and ravenous, there was little hope for the Zepar. Had he known how to ask for help or who to seek for assistance, he might have, at least earlier. Now, the pale-furred boy was too far gone for even that, and as the voice startled him into standing and dropping the precious food, whirling around to face what may as well have been a stranger, his jade eyes widened in surprise. Who was this? How was he recognized, yet he did not recognize this face? It looked at once like everyone he'd ever known, especially Naniko, and it hurt.
There was clear animosity on the stranger's pumpkin-cream face, and Harlowe recognized this, taking a step backwards. His foot landed awkwardly on the scavenged food, and he stumbled, nearly losing his balance on the snow. His attention did not waver from the other canine, however, as the expression on the male's face as well as the eerie similarity within it held the Zepar's full interest. “How do you know me?” he asked, shrinking back further. “Who sent you here?” the boy asked, inhaling sharply to try and discern the scent of the other male's pack -- he recognized it vaguely, but the name did not exist within his frazzled mind. It was unlikely to ever resurface, either -- however vivid his memory was, there were few cognizant thoughts left in his mind anymore. Whatever potential the cream-shaded wolf had showed in his youth had been soundly confuted; this was plain to see in his madness-tainted jade eyes.
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