Focus slowly poured to embrace the meal once again when the young boy was certain that his father had no more questions about his stupid sisters. They were not always stupid, but whenever they were around, this was the thought that had a habit of lingering. The litter consisted of three significantly different personalities, and especially Salvia seemed to have a habit of making him feel dull with her sharp tongue and sharply hued eyes. The black child was not as developed audibly as his sisters, and he was aware of it. Being aware of his flaws made the insecurity deeper, and he did not wish to be the one to gaze up at inferior creatures. He was big and strong and not stupid!
The noisy consummation of raw meat came to a halt once again as his father’s voice reached velvet ears. The child’s bloody muzzle darted to the side in a half finished shake, but hesitated. "Too bright!” The boy did not fear judgement from his parents, for the D’Angelo children knew they were dearly loved. "It feels like I can fall up into the sky,” the young wolf mumbled, pressing his snout against the remaining chunk of flesh as he sought the specific reasons why the outside made him feel so uncomfortable. Quite often, the light would hurt his eyes. The warmth from the sun’s smile was different than the one from fire. Fire sparkled and danced; it was alive, but the sunlight seemed constant and cold in comparison; dead.
It was safer here.