A shark's blank eyes mask its hunger
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Since his fight with Cwmfen, Brennt had been doing a lot of thinking. Not hard thinking, because that frustrated him to the point of headaches, and not fast thinking, because that was beyond his ability. No, he had been doing a lot of just plain, simple thinking, and, however unusual it might seem, he believed it was getting him somewhere. The black she-wolf who had painted herself in blue had attacked him, but only after leading him on. Now, at first, he had believed this to be a cruel trick. Accustomed as he was to being wrong, he had considered this further, and now believed that maybe she had not been intending to mislead him...he had sensed no deception in her, and he was good at sensing deception, he had watched Pallok do it on purpose for a long time, and had seen Fern and Hylfi lie to him out of pity several times, as well. He disliked their pity, but he felt an enlightened sensation of gladness for it now, because it helped him with this situation. Cwmfen had not meant to lie to him. No, she simply had not been ready to mate, yet.

Brennt's mother had told him that not everyone developed at the same rate. While she had initially told him this to comfort him when his two sisters got smart faster than he did, he had taken it out of context to apply to the outside world long ago. He had no always felt sexual desire, there had been a point not too long ago when he had not understood what it was he wanted, or why he wanted it. It was possible that Cwmfen had, in this way, developed more slowly than him. She may simply not have understood what he wanted. He liked this explanation, because it suggested that in some ways he was actually ahead of the game. Cwmfen had been smarter than him, just like Pallok and his sisters and many others. But if he had become an adult faster than was normal, it felt like he made up for it some way. Now he only had to wonder if it was possible to mature further into intelligence if you missed it as a child.

The stones underfoot did not bother Brennt. He stepped nimbly enough around them. While he was far from graceful, he was sure-footed and fleet enough when the need arose. His size was significant, but size did not indicate slowness...turtles were small and slow, bears were big and fast, these two examples were enough to let even Brennt know that shape mattered more than size. He was never supposed to cross a mountain-lion, because they were faster than they looked, and their jaws were very strong, even though their snout was so short. On the other hand, if he could surprise a doe, that was a good idea because, despite its size, it had no means of defending itself against him.


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