Goldilocks

Izaak · 08-10-2010, 09:48 PM

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He had been accepted and found by his father. They looked nothing alike. At least that is what Izaak thought. Marik looked more dog while Izaak was clear coyote. Yet this was the one his mother had spoken of. And what's more was that he knew just where to find Unky Cotl. Actually he was living with Unky Cotl. And that was just where he had taken the boy. Led him up to this large house. All Izaak could do would be to stare in amazement. He had never seen anything so large. With his mother they were all staying in a one room shack. Nothing at all like this. Here it didn't look like he would have to worry about rain. Not the way it was with his mother. No curling up in corners to avoid the forming puddles of nasty weather. Of course Izaak felt no ill will towards his mother. She was his mom and he loved her. He had never known anything else so he had nothing to compare to until now. The only company he ever had were his mother and siblings, along with the occasional older brother or sister that would stop by for a night but never stay. He was never sure what happened to them but they had to be family for Mommy to tell them that she loved them.

The boy was taken upstairs and down to the end of the hall where the room was. There were so many interesting things hidden behind a single door. More things than he had ever seen. Not that such was hard to believe since his home held only bodies and no possessions. The only thing that the boy had to his name was his brother's tail which was currently tied to his own. That adornment had already earned him a strange look from his father. But nothing had been made mention of it. Which was probably a good thing since the explanation wouldn't have been understood anyways. Izaak just wasn't good at explaining things. Not when he figured everyone had the same inside knowledge that he did.

The child was left in the room while Marik made mention of something about going to find Cotl. At least that is what Izaak figured he was doing when he left the room and closed the door behind him. The coydog moved around the room, looking at one trinket after another. It was clear to tell what he touched since it wasn't put back into the place that he first found it. No, he just dropped it as soon as he found something else of interest. He'd just better hope that Cotl isn't anal about having everything in the proper place not since he was on the verge of having a whole room to clean with Izaak's explorations.

His uncle was lucky that he was spared from having a completely trashed room by a yawn working its way out of Izaak's mouth. That and noticing the doll on the bed. With another yawn Izaak pulled himself up on the bed and curled his body beneath the flag that was on it. Arms encircled the small doll and held it close. Silver eyes slipped shut as face pressed itself into the pillow. It didn't take long before the boy was out. After all the trip from Germany to Canada was quite a long one.

Cotl · 08-12-2010, 03:05 PM

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Cotl'd been out doing the rounds, the dragon kantana strapped to his back, and body mounted on his dark steed, a few jack rabbits hanging by their ears and tied to a strap on his satchel, he had stopped by a few of Halo's traps, but they were empty and tripped, or not tripped at all. He fixed the ones that were tripped and then made sure to not trip the ones that were still un-tripped. As of recently, he had discovered new relations within the Nova Scotia region as far as family went. Supposedly, the male had a son of 9 months now. The man spelt his name out on the dirt for Cotl, and they pretty much had a whole conversation in German without the other male speaking a simple word. It was strange, and Cotl didn't know the whole story about the little male(who actually was pretty tall compared to Cotl) with no voice, but Cotl would find things out eventually he assumed. Sascha had found a room somewhere, Cotl not finding it necessary to constrict the choices of the rust boy since he, himself was mature enough to be able to cross from Germany to Nova Scotia to find Cotl, the twitchy bastard he was. He'd never think that Rebekka would have gotten pregnant with his seed though with as much as that woman slept around. Cotl ruffled his fur and shivered. He shook his head as he looked around, bi-color eyes looking out to see nothing out of the ordinary, so he had continued on.

He decided that he would go back to the mansion since he had been coming upon it, and he had food for himself, his brother, his son, and then an extra one for whoever wanted it. If nobody wanted it in his group of family members now, he would be giving it right to Halo and Itachi. The man rode his horse towards the Mansion, deciding that this walking bullshit that Maschine was doing was not cutting it. Cotl eased the stallion into a trot first before he would come into a full gallop over the Inferni soil towards the Mansion. Cotl could imagine if there were more horses running in Inferni, what it would sound like when the herd would move, and run. It was almost a scary thought in a way because of the massive weight of the animals. He gave out a NYEH as he rode his stallion to the Mansion, only coming to a stop as they started to approach the gate. He had closed the gate behind him, like he always did for no reason other than he felt somewhat obligated to do so for what reasons are unknown to even me. (I do think that Cotl might have a touch of "Closed door" syndrome) So once the man and his steed were in the gate, Cotl dismounted the steed and let him do whatever he felt like and Cotl went up to the door of the mansion and went inside.

Upon coming inside, there was a strong masculine scent that caught Cotl way off guard. The old smells of everyone else was there, but there was that new scent that intrigued him. Little did he know that he would be meeting the scent in his own bed. Cotl quickly made his way towards the stairs, and as he made his way up, the scent got stronger and stronger as he made his way to his room. As he did, he grew more and more concerned. Cotl gave a low rumble as he came to his door and he grabbed the door knob. He took a deep breath before he opened the door and saw his room a mess before he saw the culprit in his bed. It would be then Marik would pop up from downstairs and run up to Cotl. Rik would turn to see the mess the man had made and then he looked back at Cotl with a "sorry" look. "Dis is mein son, Izaak. He arrived just ein few days agos. Rebekka ist his mutter" Yous knows dat yous cleaning dis up, ja? Und Rebekka? Die-FUCKBASTARD- silent Sascha claims to bes mein son froms Rebekka.. Cotl growled lightly, a frown firm on his face. Cotl walked into his room, making sure not to step on any of the spray cans that had been knocked over, his jars everywhere. Cotl was violated in a way, and he was particularly miffed about it. Cotl moved towards the sleeping man and he tapped on his shoulder to wake him up. Izaak, vake-NYEH- up.

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Izaak · 08-13-2010, 12:44 PM

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OOC here: Table & Coding © Jacoby; 540 words

Izaak had no idea that he had done something wrong. It was just a testament to just how short his attention span was. Just how quickly he forgot about what was already in his hand for something else that he saw. It was like a new pup just being brought into a new home. He was curious about his surroundings. He wanted to know what everything was. Had to touch and examine everything at least once. After all it was all stuff that he had never seen before. He wasn't all to familiar with things that humans had left behind. His mother had only really taught him one thing. Or well, it was the one thing that she had focused on. One thing he shouldn't already know at his age. But not knowing any better he didn't find it strange. He thought that everyone grew up that way.

Izaak slept peacefully. It was the first real bed that he had ever slept on. But this country was full of firsts for him. It being his first foreign land. He'd even made the trip all by himself, which is why he didn't know his brother/cousin was here as well. He thought Sascha might still be back in Germany with the girls since Sascha didn't show the extent of immaturity that Izaak did. Just watching the orange and grey male bounce about as he did none would ever guess that he was the oldest of the litter. He certainly didn't take on that sort of responsibility. But then again it had been stripped from him after that baby sitting incident. He hadn't been trusted to be left in charge after that.

Izaak groaned and tried to push the hand away as he was poked. His ears twitched and flattened in hopes to be able to ignore the prodding. He wasn't ready to get up just yet. "Nicht jetzt..." The words were grumbled out as he shifted around. He just didn't like to be woken up but at least he wasn't violent about it. Instead he simply tried to ignore it. But of course he wouldn't be allowed to when Marik came over to pester him into waking as well. Of course he tried to shove him away as well.

A yawn parted his jaws as he shifted around again. He stretched and blinked open his eyes, mumbling something about needing more sleep. When his eyes finally fully opened and he was staring up at his father and uncle he looked confused. A slow glance was given around the room before he remembered where he was. The boy yawned again and rubbed at his eyes. "Unky Cotl?" He questioned softly, staring at Cotl. But that quietness was broken by the boy suddenly lunging at the frowning male and wrapping his arms around him to hug him, the doll clutched in his hand still. "Unky Cotl!" He cried out gleefully. It was the same overexcited greeting that he had given to his own father earlier. "Mutter erzählte mir von dir! Mutter sagte, Sie haben einen großen Schwanz! Kann ich es sehe!?" Perhaps not the most appropriate topic for a first meeting but it shouldn't be seen as so strange given who his parents are.

Cotl · 08-17-2010, 10:48 AM

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The boy would ignore the prodding of the man to wake up. Cotl kept on prodding the boy, his anger increasing the longer he had to wait for this male to get the fuck out of his bed and to explain a few more things to him that he didn't quite understand. He would have asked his son, Sascha, but it took him too long to explain things since he had to write them down and Izaak can just talk. Cotl would keep in the back of his mind that he needed to get his son a writing pad and some pencils. Marik would join in when the man would tell him the two German words meaning "Not yet" to him. Cotl snorted an gave a little growl. With Marik's help, Cotl was successful with waking the beast who destroyed his room. It took a moment for the man to figure out what was going on and for him to completely wake up but when he did, he tackled Cotl in a tight hug of his arms around his chest. Doll clenched in his hand. Cotl still frowned deeply as he looked down at the male, who looked up at him and asked him the weirdest question. Cotl's eyes were like saucers and his frown turned into a straight, inexpressive line on his face. Das ist nicht Ihr Anliegen. the man spoke to him and he twitched and gruffly mumbled words under his breath, but nothing that would be understood by his own brother or his nephew.

Cotl frowned again and looked down at the kid. Explains someding-FICK- to mich, Izaak. Cotl started to speak to the male, wondering so many things about kids since they were related, and they knew close to nothing about each other but a face, a name, a twitch, and a accented voice. How's du knows ve vere in Kanada? Cotl asked the boy, wondering how they knew of the departure to Kanada. Cotl also wondered how they both were sons of Rebekka and how they knew that they were split up into Sascha being Cotl's and Marik's being Izaak. did they just have a feeling, or were they sure because they each had something that they did that would single them out to be either Cotl's or Marik's? Cotl didn't know, but he was willing to find out one question at a time if he had to.

How's Bekka knows ve are dads? She fucked arounds a lots you knows. Cotl also asked the male, bluntly saying things, but not worrying about how the doubts could treat the mind of anyone. Marik gave Cotl an unsure gaze of his own bi-colored eyes that were opposite of his big brother's. Cotl would look at the tri colored man that he knew as Marik Ulrich, his little brother. Opposite eyes would look into opposites as the three stood there in the messy Tattooists' room. Cotl would then look down at Zak again. Vas dids else -NYERH-dids mutter saids?

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Izaak · 08-27-2010, 06:37 PM

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OOC here: Table & Coding © Jacoby; 675 words

When the boy slept he could pretty much prove to be dead to the world, much like his own father. After all Cotl had been able to complete a few tattoos while Marik had been passed out. The same would probably be able to happen with Izaak as well. While the boy might not look like his father he did share quite a few aspects with him. Quite a few habits that they both had. Like the mood shifts, the only thing was that Izaak didn't know about his own. He took on a whole different personality while still sticking with the same name. And he could remember nothing at all from these times. From these moments of altered perception. It was these similarities that suggested whom the boy should belong to.

Izaak frowned as he wasn't given a real answer. "Aber ich will es sehen!" The boy whined out the words. Clearly he wasn't too used to being told no. While he might not get everything that he wanted he wasn't exactly ever told no either. Actually he was usually ignored and it was waited until his attention was on something else. And that didn't usually take too long so long as his attention wasn't brought back to the previous subject. But it wasn't like Cotl would know this trick when having only just met him. It had to be a trick that he would eventually learn about after dealing with the child for awhile.

Also like his father Izaak didn't even think about personal space before acting. No, he wanted to know just what his mother had been talking about and so he reached to try and find it. To try and see for himself just what his mother had described to him. Had compared him to on numerous occasions. Izaak wanted to know if he really was an inept as his mother had made him out to be. Was he really lacking in comparison to his uncle? "Bitte lassen sie mich sehen?" He tried to put on his best cute face to try and make his Unky Cotl give in to his demands. Tried to use an expression that worked on his a small amount of times.

The Canada question was actually a surprisingly easy one to answer. "Vaters liebhaber." Of course that could be anyone just about. Though most likely one of the one's that he had been with just before he left Germany in search of Cotl. Or perhaps even the one that had visited here and ended up returning to Germany. One way or another it had been one that Marik knew of.

"Mutter sagte." Another really easy to answer question. At least in Izaak's mind. His mother said it and so he believed it. It had never been broken down and explained to him because he just so readily believed. He didn't try to question it at all. "Mutter sagte Sascha sieht aus wie du." There, another little tidbit. Another little something that he had overheard. "Aber nicht so groß wie du." It could only be guessed at what exactly Izaak was talking about. Or really what he was repeating from what his mother had said.

What was there for the child to share? There were so many different things that he had been told. "Mutter sagte du sprechen seltsame." The child paused to ponder other things that he had been told. "Es macht Mutter glücklich, wenn ich mit meinem Bruder und Schwestern zu spielen." Or such was the excuse that was given to him. "Mutter sagte Mutter liebt mich, wenn Mutter und mir zusammen spielen." The child was trying to come up with everything that he had been told. There were things that were said that he wasn't meant to hear because he should be sleeping. There were things that had been said to his siblings. He had months worth of things to go over. Though it always tended to narrow down on a single subject. "Mutter bekommt wirklich verrückt wenn wir laut sind. Mutter mag schweigen."

Cotl · 09-16-2010, 03:32 PM

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OOC here: omg, you made this table <3333; I had to resize it because it was a little bit too big, so I hope you don't mind luffly <3 +5

Cotl flicked his large ears back, and his lip wrinkled, lifted and showed his unfriendly fangs at the boy as he had made a lunge at him, trying to grip him and feel his junk. It was awkward and Cotl was too quick for the man and jumped back. Tail would lash behind him and his ears were flat against his head. Ich sagte 'nein'! the man was quick to tell the boy, a snap of his jaws coming together was accompanied with a snort. Shackles were raised on his saddled spine, and his tail fluffed out. Cotl stood there, his mouth would regain it's blank frown as he looked at the child. He gave his warning and it was time to now recover a calm demeanor now. His broad shoulders were squared, and shackles and ridge still stood on end down the length of the man, but the snarl was quick to remove from his face and replace with a simple frown that he normally wore. The boy would be quick to bounce to another subject. Good, Cotl didn't have to linger on one topic too long. The boy told him that 'Father's lover' was the one who told him where they were. Cotl turned his cold eyes to Marik and his dark form for a moment. He cocked a pierced brow at the man, but said nothing before his eyes would turn back to the orange and gray tinted, dual tailed male.

Izaak would speak on about what Rebekka would have been telling the children, but only small tidbits. Something about him playing with his mother, and how she was also happy that Izaak played with siblings. Also how Sascha looked like Cotl. It wasn't the first time he had been told this, for the Centurion told him right there at the borders of Inferni that Cotl was looking at himself pretty much. Cotl didn't have very much of a choice but to accept the boy as his son, but it was weird that supposedly, Cotl was not the father of Izaak, but Marik was. Cotl didn't understand it, and it would be a lie to say that he wasn't curious as so how Rebekka came upon this conclusion that Sascha was Cotl's and Izaak was Marik's. One ear would flip up at the boy's words, and eyes would wander to Marik again, who had been leaning up against the door way, looking at his son and his brother, listening. Cotl also caught the part where the boy had told him that mother liked silence. This only verified what had happened to Sascha and his throat. Cotl looked down at the two tails that sat on the boy's back. Then it struck him. Cotl tilted his head towards the second, limp tail, long dead. It wasn't full sized, only about 3/4 of a tail. The Artist's eyes narrowed on the male child. Zak...ist dat Sasha's tail?-FICK- the man would ask, quickly putting two and two together. Was passiert ist? he asked Izaak, considering that he had it and Sascha obviously didn't. He also hadn't asked Sascha what had happened to his tail yet, neither had Cotl asked about his eye.

Cotl snorted lightly before he looked at his brother again. Die fick du vaiting for? Start cleaning dis shits up. the told his brother, who gave him a rather sour look to his rustic brother and he crossed his hands over his chest. Das nicht very nices auf du, Cotl. Ask nicely dis times. the pierced man spoke to the Artist. The Imaginifer gave a groan before he turned to square his shoulders with his brother. Cotl twitched his neck and he cleared his throat. Bitte, bruder? he asked, as nicely as he could, which pretty much was a groan and a apologetic tone that, if he wasn't known as being this way, could be taken as sarcasm. Marik would then start to pick up all the books that were tossed everywhere and wherever they could have been tossed. Danke -BITCHNUTS- he spoke, his throat clearing yet again as he stood there. vhys mutter dhinks dat Marik ist your vater? he turned back to Izaak and asked the boy this question.

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Izaak · 09-18-2010, 07:51 PM

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The snarl had the boy backing off. He had at least learned that much from his mother. That a raised or firm voice meant trouble. And doing what he always did when presented with the chance to try to make amends before an attack was imminent. His hands became clasped together behind his back as his gaze was set to focus on the floor. He tried to look as nonthreatening and apologetic as he could manage. It was something that worked with his mother from time to time. Sometimes he could ward off her anger by just looking so helpless. Of course that didn't happen as often as it didn't. Which was why he tried to seem relaxed he was still focused on the situation at hand. He was keeping alert for any little shifts to prompt him to run. It was the same way that he dealt with his mother. The exact reason that he wasn't as scarred as his brother. He had learned the signs to take off at and could disappear rather quickly. He had speed on his side. "Bitte?" It was a last ditch effort to try and sway the other his way.

Izaak lifted his head to glance behind him as the tail was mentioned. "Es ist meins." He had reached a hand down to touch it gently, rubbing at his prized possession. He wore it so often that he forgot that it was even there. "Ein geschenk ab Sascha." That was how he saw it happening. He fully believed that Sascha had given it up willingly. "Ich mochte es und Sascha gab es mir." The young boy had no idea that he had actually attacked his brother for it and the only reason that he still had it was because his brother/cousin was too scared to ask for it back. He sincerely believed that it had been a gift from the heart. Because of that he cherished it dearly and never allowed it to get too far from his possession. Still, since Unky Cotl had asked after it, Izaak untied it from his own tail to show it to the shorter yet older male and allowed for him to get a better look at it. "Ist nicht es schön?" That was the child's honest opinion of it. He saw his brother as being beautiful.

Izaak watched the exchange between the brothers with interest. His own asking nicely involved a few strategically placed licks and nuzzles. But they used words and remained separated. Were they even brothers at all? The quizzical was placed on his face, something that Sascha would be able to read through if he were here. "Ist das Ihr wirklicher Bruder?" The question probably sounded off the wall to the adults. But with how Izaak was raised it seemed weird that they could remain standing across the room from each other. As well as that asking only involved an exchange of words. How did that happen? It was so different from how he was raised.

The question had Izaak turning his attention from his father that was cleaning up the mess that he had made and turned to focus on his uncle once more. "Weil ich bin hässlich." It was the only answer that he had ever been given. There had been no explanation to it. And he had accepted it just like that. Izaak hadn't bothered to question it. He knew better than to question it. e knew that he wouldn't get an answer and so he had to be happy with what he was given. Because of that it was the only answer that he could give to his Unky Cotl's question.

Cotl · 10-20-2010, 03:23 PM

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The boy would beg Cotl one last time with a German "please". Cotl would simply look at the man with that dead look in his eyes, soulless, coldness, and fiery at the same time. His maw would be twisted in a scowl, large ears pulled back slightly, though not pinned. The other man was looking all pathetic and shit though, so it was hard for Cotl to want to strike out at the boy or anything. He knew that he wasn't going to give the kid what he wanted. He'd barely let Marik anywhere near him, and Izaak wasn't going to be an exception to this rule. Cotl stood there, unsure of what to do, so he just looked as threatening as a passive man could look at the moment, letting the kid think that whatever small movement could be one to set him off. Cotl said nothing though, his look on his face more than enough to tell the boy what he thought about the last beg that he had offered.

Soon the boy would move to another subject. He claimed the orange tail as his own, then he explained that it was a gift from Sascha because he simply "liked it". Cotl rose a pierced brow before his bi-colored eyes would move over to his younger brother, almost wondering what he thought about this child of his. Cotl twitched his head to the left and cleared his throat. Bi-colored eyes would move back onto the boy whom had stripped the tail from his own to show to Cotl. Cotl looked at it, and still frowned. Ich bet dat hurt, -FUCKSHIT- taking ist auf Ich means. the man had spoken softly, a twisted grin falling upon his sick maw of his. He found the pain of another to be fascinating and enjoyable, even if it was as twisted as his nephew tearing off his own son's tail. Ist es schön. the man responded to the boy's question before he dismissed the tail subject. It was quite strange how Izaak had obtained the tail, but it was whatever to Cotl now. A random question would then come from the boy, directed towards Cotl. Marik too looked up from his cleaning to cock his head at the boy, one ear flopping over on the man's head at the swift movement of his head. Marik would look back at Cotl. Cotl looked at Izaak. Auf courses Marik es meinem bruder. the man confidently spoke, nodding his head and clearing his throat after.

When the boy told him the next four German words, Cotl ended up busting out laughing, a hearty chuckle coming from his wicked lips, a cackle that had barely ever been voiced coming from that man chest. He couldn't help it, it was just so simple and such a weird reason for Bekka could think that Marik was his father because he was ugly. So Marik gets der hässlich kinder. the German giggled the words through his wicked lips as he started to recover. He looked at Marik with the wicked grin on his face. Marik ist nicht hässlich, so ist makes nicht senses das Rebekka -CUNT BITCH-denken das Izaak es Marik's just becauses auf das. the man spoke, laughter finally dying down to nothing, and Cotl's wicked grin eventually turning back into a frown. By die vays, Izaak, nicht touches mein stuffs agains, -UGLYSHITFACEBASTARD- dis room vas cleans vhen du gets here, und das vay ist stays. Du hears? the man finally growled those words towards the child, a warning in disguise.

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Izaak · 10-22-2010, 03:18 PM

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Izaak could put on a fairly good display of looking sorry and helpless. But sometimes there was just no thwarting any harm that was to come. That was why Izaak was alert for any subtle shifts that signaled it was time to run. While the boy might not be the brightest around he could pretty much predict his chances of getting to the door and getting out. Unfortunately he wasn't in a very good position. But it was lucky for him that his sudden moment of recluse put out the fuse. He still got the look that said not to bother asking again but it didn't seem as if his uncle would end up striking out either. Because of that he felt it safe enough to relax a bit and slowly lift his head.

Again his uncle had him confused. He glanced between the tail that he had just taken off and to his own tail. "Es tut nicht weh. Aber es fühlt sich seltsam." The child responded, figuring it was the bald ring around his own tail that showed just where and how long he kept the other tail tied to his own. Fingers rubbed at the bald spot for a moment before he ended up tying the tail back on. He was happy that his Unky Cotl had come to the same consensus as himself. Sascha had to be one of the most beautiful coyotes to him, scars and all, but that could also be because that was who he had spent a great deal of time with. Because of that he favored his slightly younger brother over all of the rest.

Once again Izaak was confused as both of the adults were staring at him as if he had said something strange. To him his words made sense but the way that these two interacted did not. "Er mag es nicht wie Ihr Bruder handeln. Ihr beiden nicht wie Brüder handeln." Izaak thought to try to explain. Of course this was difficult for him. He had simply thought that everyone acted and thought the same way. So well, this could pretty much be summed up as a culture shock for him even though they had all originated from the same place. "Ihr beiden nicht berühren. Lecken und berühren, nett zu sein." The boy was trying to figure out how to explain what he did with Sascha. But then it wasn't like Sascha could talk either so of course silent communication worked for them.

It seemed that it will take them some time to get used to each other. Because Izaak had no idea what he said that had been so funny. Cotl had asked for an explanation and Izaak had given him the one that he had been given. How had any of that have been funny? "Vater hat zu viele Farben." Izaak stated simply as he looked to Marik. He didn't see where he really looked like his father. Other than both of them having grey. Had that been what his mother meant? He didn't know. Plus it was too late to question it now.

Izaak made to slip over to the door so that he could get out but his Unky Cotl's words had him pausing. The coyote child gave a nod of his head. "Ich höre." But that didn't mean that he would remember and listen. Not that Cotl had asked that either, only asking if the boy had heard him and Izaak certainly had. He turned the doorknob and darted out of the room once he got the door open wide enough.

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