Chapter 2

The first few moments of the little cub's life are quickly pushed to the back over the next few days. It was amazing, the fact that he could open his eyes that day. His lids almost feel like they had lead weights tying them down. The only thing reassuring him is the warmth of his mother pressing against him, and that isn't a constant.

For the first day or so, all he did was sleep, and didn't notice when his mother had left for a quick hunt, gathering what she needed to survive for a bit. The only real hint as to what had happened, was the heady smell of iron, the cloying smell sending a new response through his mind. A whimper escaping his lips before the comforting embrace of his mother's mind touches against his, a light brush, showing how she had gone for a quick hunt while he had slept.

The reassurance, leads him to a new problem, his own hunger. She seems almost amused as she guides her son to where to feed. It was a strange sensation, her eyes and muzzle guiding him towards teats that would be providing him with his meals for a while. For the first week, they fall into a routine, she goes out to hunt while he sleeps, and he feeds when he awakes, always drinking deep of the sweet milk, no feelings of disgust or shame coming from his mind. It is almost like he had already forgotten the previous morals that would make it hard for him.

After the first week had passed, did his lids let in the light of the sun again. His previous thoughts of how large his mother coming back to him. His mother's amusement was palpable at his thoughts, showing him how she saw him, a little green pawed, grey coated, pink highlighted with white muzzle. His own eyes seeing a light purple against her own white muzzle and grey coat, seem to shimmer illusively.

A thought unbidden popping into his mind, 'Aren't canines color-blind?' His mother's mind washes that thought away, the ease she communicates her points without words still amazing the little boy.

She starts to show him more images, the curiosity ignited in her child making her become a teacher. The first few lessons are taken over the course of the next few weeks, as her child explores the cave she calls home. His sense of size making the cave out to be the size of a small house, while his mother shows him, to her, it's the size of a shed.

The first real lesson from her was how to communicate with, what he had taken to calling, psy-wolves. They projected their thoughts towards the one that they wanted to speak to, forming a sort of tunnel. His mother's descriptions even showing different images of tunnels, some of dirt, some of wood, and some of stone, and some of uniformly cut slabs that made it hard to walk with paws on without slipping.

This brought a little chuckle to his mind, thinking of those cute little pet videos, running dogs sliding into walls and cabinets on tile floors. Of course, that brought about the fact that there is actual civilization. His mother warns him off from even thinking of communing with those two legged, or those with the torso of the two legged.

The message becoming clear as she starts to show him her own interactions. Some times the humans, or what appeared to be, would just attack when they were in their forests. The sight of arrow piercing a packmate's lung, their pain and the feel of fluid slowly filling their lungs. The curious little wolfess dying from a forewarned danger, sent her parents into a frenzy. The pack having to abandon them, her own muzzle covered with blood, having failed to staunch the flow through the only way she had. The taste of her friend's flesh for only mercy they could provide.

An omega had watched for the pack what had happened next, the frenzied pair of wolves had quickly closed the distance between the forest's edge, and the wall of stones. It wasn't something that she could put into a true perspective, having been young, she knew the pair had reached farms surrounding the city, arrows being launched at them from the high walls, no archer committing any true strength.

It was their mistake, having let the animals with bloodlust enter the fields, a few men and women trying to scare them off with hoes and shovels, and a few spears. The story enthralling the little cub wondering what happened next. It was a tragedy, the parents killed most those who had assembled to protect their livelihood, a squad of swift soldiers were dispatched from a barrack near the gates. Approaching with speeds that matched the maddened parents, poleaxes quickly silencing the anguished cries of the parents. The only happy part, as his mother believed, was that the didn't kill any cubs themselves. The next few days, of the story showed a funeral pyre, and then scouts being sent out to find traces of the wolves.

The omega's duties were fulfilled after the corpse of the young wolfess was found, and they lost the trail towards the pack. It turned out that omega's, in her pack, weren't the weakest of wolves, but the elders, respected for the fact they could survive so many seasons, their skills moved onto illusions and in a few, the ability to directly control a weak minded. It seems almost insidious their abilities, but that was how.they protected the pack fed after the alpha on a hunt.

The young cub made curious about alphas, he hears his mother's huff, before pointing her nose to the twilight sun, It almost felt like an exasperated mother trying to put her toddler to bed. It was a thought for a different night, the fugue of sleep drawing him into the sweet embrace, the image of his mother standing in the opening, set by the falling sun, looking radiant in her child's mind as she prepares for her next hunt.