He huffed at her question, if she knew his mom, then surely she would be greatful. Her burning purple eyes ripping at his mind, her deep sleek midnight black fur cuddling and tucking him away. Mother. His protective forcefield. He heaved a deep sigh and exhaled just the same. He was slightly depressed he left, but it was his job to leave.. as he was told.
His mind raced as he was drawn to the past.
The past.
Where he was young and foolish, yet wild and free. The soft memory of his mother when he was sheltering him from the wind when a storm passed. The soft songs she would sing to him when something scared him.
That was before he and his sister left the soft home of the pack. Now he was here with this wolf... dreaming of what could have been or what will be. His fur bristled as everything washed away into reality. Some thing he didn't want to go back to. Even with Renae there. Back then, he could screw up all he wanted and no one would really care, here. It was different he had to be careful of every thing. And everyone.