Pup lost And Demon born(Zwi)

[Genocide]

How annoying that chickadee was... always chirping like it had not a care in the world. Sick little bird... so small it shouldn't be allowed the right to live... but it did... just like the leaves under his paws had earned the right to live their short span and pass on. Bah he shouldn't even be having these thoughts now... those were thoughts that "Jack" would have had... weak little thing he had been... no use... no use.

Silently his mind wandered back to koiji and her words about what his parents had thought about him when he was young, the thought made him snarl in anger for a moment but it faded as that rare glimmer of sadness woke and shimmered in tired royal blue eyes, growing into a hollow lonliness and agony that no one could understand... why would they? Why should they attempt to understand? Hah.... there was no point in them attempting, to them he was a monster through and through... what else was there to be said? A killer... born and raised to do nothing but murder.... thats all he was now

'That isn't true...' a weak little voice cooed in the back of his mind.

The mann tensed and snarled "Shut up you! I don't need your help... never have never will." he muttered angrily and the voice from his puphood shut up this time. Muttering angrily the blood stained wolf slipped his way through the trees, ignoring the crunching underfoot and the sudden gnawing sadness in his gut as memories flooded back to his mind and in vain he attempted to fight them off... shudders bolted through the large frame and without a sound Genocide lowered himself down onto his belly in front of a pool of shallow water, silently staring into his own eyes, studying himself a moment or two but freezing when, to his mind alone, the image changed into his younger self.... shivering, bleeding, scared, alone, covered in blood... "Leave me alone!" with that he swiped at the water with a large paw, destroying the image before turning away and laying his head down, silently watching the sparrows flutter overhead and silently envying them... at least they could fly from their troubles... he remaind bound to them "Always a killer.... always." came the soft mutter before sad royal blues closed to the world around him.

[Zwi]

The woods seemed like they went on forever, as the tawny fae trudged through the dense undergrowth. How long had she been walking? It seemed like an eternity, but it couldn’t have been that long could it? Itching to find her way out, Zwi’s pace began to steadily increase, until before she knew it, she was running full out. Probably a bad idea, but the woods, did appear to be thinning, so at least she would not run head first into a tree. But any thing was possible. Zwi enjoyed running. Probably more then she should, often running until she was breathless, and her legs and paws ached from pounding on the ground, but even then she would not stop. The high was too great, the wind rushing over her like a wave of passion that never ceased. She would run till her eyes stung, unable to keep them open, then wind having dried them out, but even then she would not stop running. She loved the freedom to go where ever she pleased, no longer cooped up in that cage. She would not stop until her legs gave, out, she crashed into something. Zwi knew this was bad for her body, but she just couldn’t stop herself. She began to wonder, would she be able to stop herself this time, or would a tree have to do that for her?

There was no need to wait for the tree, something broke through her high, a sound, a varg. Claws scratched wildly at the ground, as she planted her feet and skidded to a stop. She wasn’t really sure why the sound had startled her so much. But this wasn’t the usual varg noises, this varg was speaking, and if there was a varg speaking, there must be another varg. The only conclusion she could make was that there were two varg in this wood with her, because she was sure they were not speaking to her. Faded gray and bark colored ears twitched slightly, black nose sniffing the air, both parts of her fiercely searching. The air brought to her nose many smells, a varg, male, but only one? She sniffed again. There was indeed the scent of only one varg in the air. And… water? A splashing sound reached her ears, definitely water.

Dirt flew into the air, being kicked up by the faes quick movements, turning and bolting forward without a second though. She was so curious to see this varg that talked to itself. What was the reason? Zwi would think things to herself, but never had she spoken them to herself. Ws this a normal thing? The varg was not far away at all and as she approached, she wondered how she could not have seen him earlier. A coat bright red, like the blood of a fresh kill, ebon belly, dark like a starless night, and his eyes, she caught a glimpse of them just as he laid his head down and closed them. Glistening orbs of bright blue, the only stars in the bloodied night sky. He was beautiful, fur shining in the crags of light peeking through the canopy. One paw soaking wet, that mush have been what splashed the water, the small pool next to him.

What was he doing here, this beautiful mann, and all alone. Then again, what was she doing there? Did it matter? Zwi continued forward, chest out, head and tail high, her own golden orbs light with curiosity. “Hello” she said boldly, but softly, trying to sound as nice as she could. After all, she had nothing to fear. “Where did your friend go?” She may not have smelled another varg, but did that mean there had not been one there?

[Genocide]

What was....? A voice? caught off guard by the sound those same royal blues opened once again against the bloody backdrop of his crimson fur and it wasn't a second later that he spotted the femme, for a moment his cruel side had gone... he was too tired to torture now, too tired to care.... too alone to bother. Slowly the massive mann pushed his upper paws below him and sat up, staring at Zwi with those eyes, that same glimmer of sadness still echoing in their depths but he tried to keep that hidden away from her, ebon ears lifting from his skull at her voice.

Sighing softly he spoke bitterly, dropping his gaze from the she wolf "Friend? There was no one with me." he muttered softly, his eyes glancing to the pool of water to once again see the pup version of himself, still beaten, still bloody... scowling he covered the image with his already wet paw and slowly turned his attention back to the she wolf before him "Why are you even here?" he asked softly, normally he wouldn't have acted like this... but in all honesty he was tired and did not have the heart to be the killer and torturer like his father had forced him to be... for now he wanted to just be a wolf.... was that not enough? No... no apparently it was not.

But he did not let that get to him and slowly moved onto all his fours, speaking in that same deep voice of his, his tone relaying his exhaustion and perhaps it also relayed the lingering sadness he always felt, the anger he held toward his past, and the bitterness that had tainted his heart long ago "Never seen a Femme as young as you out here alone."

[Zwi]

No one had been here? So her nose was right, it was only the mann, talking to himself. But why? Admittedly, Zwi had only meet a few varg, less then she had legs even, but none of them preformed such a behavior. “Oh, well, I heard a voice. I just figured it was talking to some one, and when I saw you alone I just assumed they had gone, left you alone. My mistake.” she stared at the varg, a rude behavior, but she had never seen one like him before, she thought she was the only one with a wild coat, her white and tawny pelt, splashed with brilliant gold, subtle black, and in a few places a faded gray and bark brown. And the positioning of such colors. After seeing him, she was even more curious then before, wanting to know every thing about him. She couldn’t help it, being cooped up most of her life had done that to her, she never knew any thing else, and now she was suddenly free to see and learn every thing her brain would retain. She couldn’t stop her excitement and curiosity any more then she could stop her heart from beating, it flowed through her veins the same as her blood. But she knew she must be polite or at least try.

She took in all his movements, watching carefully, even as he hit the water again with this paw, not hard enough to make a splash. No, it was more like he was covering something up, an unruly rock perhaps? Her eyes traveled up to meet his, and she noticed something then, something she couldn’t see earlier fore his eyes closed too fast. There was a sadness there, a deeply rooted pain. And in his voice, she could hear exhaustion, and that same pain. What horrible timing she had, intruding on a varg in the middle of such a personal moment. He asked her a question then, and she didn’t even know the answer herself. Why was she here? Curiosity yes, but why else? “I told you, I heard a voice.” would that be good enough? Probably not, it wouldn’t satisfy her curiosity in the least were the roles reversed.

He stood now, perhaps trying to intimidate her, or maybe getting ready to run away. Like that would do much good with the speed she could run. But would she chase? Should she? But he didn’t leave, he just stood there, commenting her age. Was it weird to be out alone at her age? She didn’t think so, but then again, she didn’t know much about the ways of wild varg. “But I’m not alone, I’m here with you.” well it was true, but probably not what he meant.

She couldn’t take it any more, her curiosity was too much, and she couldn’t help asking now, “Why were you talking to yourself? What are you doing out here alone?” that was fair, a question for a question. Certainly he could not deny her an answer to that.

[Genocide]

The bloody head of the mann jerked back at the question and his eyes flickered in slight amusement, not the sick amusement he usually gained but a sort of warm hearted glimmer that lasted but a second "I'm always alone...It's always been that way for me." he replied softly with a shrug of his shoulders while his bloody paws absently kneaded at the ground a moment before he relaxed again, once more settling on his haunches, ears flicking a little before he spoke again "Talking to myself? Well... some resort to that... when it gets too quiet." he said gently, turning his royal blues up to stare at the sky through the trees.

Yes, he had always talked to himself... it was his way of passing the time... other then hunting down wolves for food and amusement but he had to get his kicks... and that was the only way now. Then his gaze turned back to Zwi and for several moments he silently studied her, absently admiring her coat, which compared to his own was so normal. He had always hated his fur color... it had made the pups terrified of him when he was young and made other packs untrusting of him in the extreme, but all that was gone now. At her comment of her not being alone, but being with him he couldn't help but smile a little at the words before chuckling tiredly "Ah, what is your name?" he asked quietly, if he was to have a companion to talk to at the very last he would prefer to have a name to refer to them by other then 'Hey you' that had happened to him much too many times.

[Zwi]

Zwi listened to the man quietly, listing to his tone just as much as his words, hearing the hidden sadness in his voice as he spoke of his loneliness, how his life has always been like that. She thought back to her past, all those days alone, with no one to talk to. The little girl would come out side and see her, run her fingers through her fur, and make those noises humans did. That little girl was the only thing she had, and she couldn’t even properly speak to her. But She was a captive, had no other choice. This mann was free wasn’t he? Wild. All he had to do was look for company, follow a voice as she had, and say hello. Was that so hard for him to do? “I don’t understand,” she began. “You’re free aren’t you, wild? That’s far better then being captive, that’s true loneliness, cooped up in an area too man for you to truly run in, no one to speak to, but a random passer by. And they only speak to you if your lucky. What stops you from having some one to talk to?” her words held the bitter distaste for her own past, something she would never wish on any one.

The mann was looking her over as she spoke, she hardly noticed, to her that wasn’t very important. She expected it with a coat like hers. She often wondered why it was so different. Was it the same color as her parents, having to do with the area she was born to? Or was it just some weird fluke, natures bullying joke. She sighed, shaking her head, ears lowered. It wasn’t right of her to take her past and frustration out on this varg, he had done nothing to deserve it. She took a few unsure steps forward, was she allowed to approach him, was it alright to do? She didn’t want to push it, but she did any way. Taking long, proud strides, she walked up to him, and fell to her haunches by his side.

“If that was rude or against what you wild varg do then I apologies.” The proud happy tone coming back into her voice. “I suppose I should have introduced myself earlier. I’m Zwi” her golden eyes sparkled with her happiness as she looked to the crimson mann “And may I ask what your name is, varg who likes to speak to himself?”

((I'm so sorry for the late reply, I made the mistake of starting a book, and sadly I can't eat, sleep, or write until I have finished.))

[Genocide]

At the question of how it was so hard for him to have company the large mann seemed to flinch and looked away for a moment or two but he was happily brought back when she sat beside him and told him of her name, thinking about it a moment he couldn't help but find her name to be lovely in the sound. Smiling in a sad manner he spoke softly "The name I go by... is Genocide...." he paused for a moment, turning his blue eyes upward to stare at a hummingbird hovering by a flower above them in a thin stream of sunlight, a nostalgic smile curling his black lips once again "But, once upon a Time, I was called Jack."

He remembered then, before all the blood and all the horror, how ignorant of the world he had been, how free of madness his mind had been, at the moment Genocide's mind had receded and his old self, Jack, had pulled through thus releasing a gentler version of the cannibal that many varg had grown to hate. Shuddering a little he answered her first question "It's hard to make friends...when you eat your own kind." he flinched after saying this, looking away from the femme. Now she would run, why wouldn't she? He had just admitted to killing other varg and happily devouring them, he couldn't deny he loved the taste of varg meat... it was just how he was.

[Zwi]

Genocide. It sounded foul, hateful, disturbed in a sense. Unbecoming of the seemingly peaceful varg before her. But then again, she didn’t know him that well. She looked over to say something, but she noticed he was looking, up at something. She move her head, looking in the direction he was, but whatever was there was gone, seeing a blur of motion as it left just as she looked. Or perhaps he was just looking at the scenery. It was beautiful. The trees here were spread out, but their leaves still shielded onlookers from most of the sky above. But they couldn’t block it all, and rays of golden sunshine broke threw, bestowing its warmth and life on whatever lay below. He spoke again, brings her attention back to him, the rays of sun making his fur glow brightly in patches. His words sounded different now, echoing things from the past. Jack, that suited him. “Well, I like Jack better, so you better get used to hearing it again.” there was no way she would call him that revolting name he first mentioned.

It was quiet for a moment now. The varg next to her seemed lost in though, and she wondered, what had happened to him to make him lie this? A varg with two names, the simple sight of his reflection making him uneasy, seemingly unable to speak with other varg. He couldn’t always be like this could he? Unsure, uneasy, almost afraid. She was probably interpreting him wrong. It wouldn’t surprise her, only knowing stories one varg had told her. But his stories hadn’t been wrong yet. Should be keep questioning him about his behavior, would that be right?

“What? Vargs do that!?” his words had taken her off guard, but didn’t scare her, thought they probably should. She hadn’t heard of any thing like this before. But how did that stop all vargs from hating him? There was no way of telling just from looking at him. After all she hadn’t seen it. “Well I can’t really talk, I other then the few rabbits, and other small animals that ran on my land, I hate human food for all my life. I don’t even know want any of it was, at least you know what you’ve been eating.” The fae’s absolute lack of knowledge was a weakness in many ways, this varg could easily kill her then and there. But instead of running away, she stayed, even thought of a reason why it was good. “What would make you even start something like that though?” the question wasn’t really aimed at the mann, it was more of her rambling to herself. Guess she did talk to herself, only it happened when there were other around instead of when she was alone.

[Genocide]

Startled by the fact that Zwi had not run and was in fact still here, still talking to him... something about that made the bloody varg very happy "Well no... not many vargs do that." he was also intrigued by the fact that she said she would call him Jack instead of Genocide from now on, he wondered about that but decided not to question it, pawing the ground silently for a moment or two, becoming curious when she mentioned human food "You were caged?" he asked with slight surprise, most humans didn't let their kind live so the idea of a varg being contained but not killed surprised him.

On her next question he looked directly at her with those royal blue eyes, not saying anything for a long time or two until finally he decided he would tell her, the female who had heard his sin and not run from his side in fear, perhaps... she was beginning to grow on him a little bit, so he would tell her what she wanted to know... it would be nice to tell somebody after all this time "My father... he.... he went insane....it wasn't just me.... many pups were raised like me... taught to murder." he suddenly began shuddering badly, his eyes closing tightly a moment or two before he suddenly sunk to the ground, his crimson paws covering his eyes as he shuddered "I've killed so many.... so many...!"

[Zwi]

The dirt and rocks beneath her crunched and scratched and she shifted uneasy in place. She hadn’t meant to mention her past as well, it just sort of slipped out. She was told that most varg hated men, and varg associated with them were also hated, even a kind varg like herself would have been chased away. She was unsure if she should even talk about her past with him, but he had shared so much he felt she should do the same for him.

“Well, you see…” she was unsure where to start, what she should share and what she should leave out. “I was taken as a pup, all I can remember is living in that place. It was a large area, and the humans den was in a cage as well. At one part, the cage would open as the people came and went, but it would never open for me. So I stayed on the other end, where the hums only came to throw out food, the food that I ate.” she tried not to look at him as she spoke, spilling her whole story to him. “I don’t know why they kept me alive, but one day I did something really bad, and they wanted to kill me. They tried but I got out, and ran as far as I could…” she didn’t think she should tell him about the little girl and the kerl who told her stories, she would not speak of them unless absolutely necessary.

A soft wind blew by, dancing threw her fur, carrying the long strand of fur over so they licked against the varg next to her. It was an eerie wind, seeming to appear the moment he spoke of his family. The mann hid his muzzle under his paw, seemingly embarrassed, or maybe regretful. She couldn’t be sure. She fell to he belly then, stretching her legs out in front of her, and tucking her tail around her back paws. Why was she so depressed now? She was always in such a good mood, she never got like this thinking of her past before. Was it because she was listing to the sad tale of this other varg, making her realize how pathetic her life had been until now. It couldn’t be herself she felt this remorseful for. Perhaps she was sad for this varg, he seemed so ashamed, the way he hid himself from her now. Her heart sake. She signed, ears dropping. “So your like the Balkar then right? The varg hunters? If you kill and eat your own kind, were you born into that pack then?” The Balkar was the only pack that she knew of that did such a thing.

“Guess we are both a couple of monsters huh?” she sighed, grouping her in in with the bad deeds of his.

[Genocide]

Ears flicked at her words, the explnation of her life as a pet so to speak and he could not help but feel bad for her, his paw sliding from his face to turn royal blues in her direction, seeming to study her with some keen interest that none had so tried before, he was already intrigued by this femme, how she showed no fear toward him due to his fur color or his confession that he had killed and even eaten his own kind, through all his professions of sins she did not run, she did not flinch and she did not cower before him... and he couldn't help but feel a gratefulness bubble up from within his gut as he looked upon this kind femme, who had listened to him and not become frightened... he wanted to thank Tor for creating a female such as Zwi.

Shuddering a little bit he continued to look at her, his saddened gaze becoming slightly warmer as that feeling of gratefulness spread through his being and made him feel better "I was not born in the Balkar pact.... my pack resides well over the mountains... they are called the Blacavar" he murmured softly, shuddering a little bit at the mention of his old pack, images of flashing fangs and hateful eyes entered his minds eye but he hatefully brushed them away with a frown upon his lips, unpon hearing her next words his attention went back to her with an expression of surprise written upon his face, monster? No... no she wasn't a monster... the farthest thing from a monster as far as he was concerned, shaking his head a little he murmured gently "You don't strike me as a monster."

[Zwi]

It was wrong of her to speak of her past like this, it wasn’t her intention to turn the conversation towards her, when he seemed to be so hurt. What was it with him? He talked of being a horrid monster who murdered and ate his own kind, a varg one immediately feared. But here he was, kind, regretful, caring. Caring only for him self perhaps, but caring none the less. He had not hurt her, killed her and feed on her flesh, so was this varg really to be feared? Was he really the killer he said he was? If so then what in the name of Tor and Fenris made him act like this? Something inside him made him realized his bad deeds and feel bad about them. But what?


The curiosity about this mann momentarily distracted her from what she was peaking of before. Her past. It was like that, with her, the day distracted her from the night. The time when her dreams and nightmares ruled her world, never letting her forget where she grew up, and what she had done. The day was her only escape, she could run and learn, filling her brain with any thing she could, pushing out he memories, but they were always there in the back of her head. And now they were flooding back to her, invading her only escape. “But I am!” she rasped, she wanted to continue, but she had to take a moment to steady herself, trying not to sound and looked so panicked. Not that it mattered, the mann had the same reaction, but she didn’t want to seem weak, even if she was. She rose to her feet to pace. The movement helping her.

“I did a horrible thing.” her voice was calmer now, the pacing really helped. “There was one human in that pack of theirs, a small girl, who would visit me. She was nice, I liked her, loved her even. I would have done anything for that creature. And for a while I did, it was like she was my sister. But then…” she trailed off pacing around the small pool now. Eventually she stopped and starred into it, not watching her reflection, but watching the event again. Her normally warm golden eyes were frozen now, filled with the cold sadness she felt. “I did something horrible. I hurt her. Betrayed her. I didn’t even know what was happening until it was too late, my stomach was so empty, I had no idea she had already claimed the rabbit.” she shook her head, trying to stop the vision she was seeing. “I attacked her. The fear in her eyes after I did it killed me. She looked at me like I was a monster, because I was. Killing her rabbit, mauling her arm. And rather then face my fate I ran away from it, like a cowered.”

She didn’t face him as she continued, she couldn’t. “In ways you are lucky. You can speak with those you have hurt, you can tell them you are sorry for what you have done. Give them the chance to forgive you. And what you have done is hardly your fault, it was the varg who siered you, raised you to be like this, what excuse do I have? And forgiveness? I’ll never be given that chance, there is no forgiveness for me.” she returned to her pacing. “And he… He told me what wild vargs think one like me, one who loves a human, even if it’s just one. Just the interaction, not even the love, is an act of betrayal.”

So that was it. Her dark, dirty little secret she never wanted to tell any one, and here she was spilling it to a varg she had only just meet. To another it may not seem like such a heinous crime, but it was what haunted her, and no mater what, she would feel that regret forever. “And that is why I am a monster.”

[Genocide]

For the longest time the big red mann did nothing but stare at the femme in silance as she recounted, with what sounded like deeply rooted saddness and bitterness, her past and what she had done, hurting a human cub. Ears flicked back slightly when a jay cackled somewhere deep in the forest around them but soon they flicked back forward, his mind buzzing with what she had just told him and for a moment he was silent as a grave, not offering any words to her as he wrapped his mind around what she had told him of her life. Then, gently and comfortingly, he leaned over and gently licked Zwi on the muzzle trying to offer her some comfort from her pain.

But he couldn;t help but find fault in her logic "It isn't as much your fault as my ways are mine." he murmured softly, licking her again explaining softly before she could attempt to argue the false label of her being a monster "Human's took you from the den you were born in.... you couldn't fight them off, they might of killed your parents to do it... what could you have done? You couldn't see or hear when they took you... you could do nothing to protect you freedom." he turned his royal blue eyes to Zwi, their gaze becoming gentle and warm, a smile curling his black lips a moment before he continued his soft explanation, like she had done for him "You were starving...You didn't know that the human had claimed the rabbit and it was the only food nearby... your instincts took over.... you're not a monster for doing what you did... you were just trying to survive." he murmured softly, once again licking Zwi's muzzle in a gentle manner as he tried to comfort her as best as possible.

[Zwi]

((Sorry for the long delay, RL had to take me away for a while.
Also, I wrote the first two paragraphs over the course of the last few weeks and the rest of it tonight, so sorry if it doesn’t quite all fit together.))


Zwi pulled away abruptly the moment she felt that warm moist feeling of a tong dragging across her muzzle. It wasn’t out of fear that she pulled away, more of surprise. She had very few encounters with other varg, and even less physical contact, if any at all. Though she was sure the mann would take it as an act of fear. Great another things she did wrong. She was so deep in her emotions now, she hadn’t heard a word he had said, and thus his attempts to comfort her were in vain.

It took a moment for the realization of what her actions meant to come to her, but when it did it was obvious. Her stature shrunk in a slinking way, ears falling to the side of her head, tail tucking slightly, jaw dropping ever so slightly, and eyes widening with horror.

What was wrong with her? She was finally free to live like a varg should and this is what she does? She as acting like a fool ad she knew it, but she still couldn’t help herself. Before she knew it her legs were moving of their own accord, they had turned her in the opposite direction, and propelling her forward. What was she doing? Why was the scenery so blurry? She was so lost in herself it took her a few moments to realize she was running. Running away from her problems, from the varg she was sure she hurt. Just like before, just like with her girl, she hurt her and instead of stay and face her fate, she ran like a coward.

So this was it, this was her choice? And she hadn’t even made it herself, her legs had to make it for her. Her paws were numb as they slammed down on the earth below. Normally she could feel all the little bits of rock and stick and leaves under her pads, but now she left nothing, like she was running on air. To most this should be a pleasant thing, like floating or plying, free from the earth. But to her… it felt… like nothing. Empty. Disposed. Nonexistent. She wished she was. Then she wouldn’t have to make these mistakes.

She stopped suddenly. Her claws dinning into the dirt, sliding a little as she halted from her run. She had to get a hold of her self. This was not how she wanted to live her life, letting her legs take her away from things she should face. She should go back there and face him, hurt, mad, guilty, however he felt about her actions. She had met some one who she was able to share her feelings with, weather that was a voluntary action or not, now that she thought about it, it seemed much like her legs. Her mouth took its own action and blurted it all out. But was that wrong? She was just sitting her mad at her legs fro taking her away. And now she felt crazy for scolding her various body parts.

She shook her head, trying to clear it, a motion she seemed to be repeating a lot today, and took a moment to restart her thoughts. ‘I have to go back.’ She thought to herself. She had her self some what back together after her long pause. “But where is back?” She looked around, unsure of where she had run off to. Had she ran in a straight line, or weaved? Did she make any turns? Did she run fast or slow? If he had followed after her would he be able to catch up and find her? She was very god at loosing her chasers when she had them.

‘Just pic a direction and walk’

And so she did.

[Genocide]

It's my fault when You're blind
It's better that I see it through your eyes

What? What?.....What? Why had...? What was the purpose of...? those were the thoughts racing through his mind, the burning look of fear in her eyes and the stiff stature of her body before she had run had been etched into his mind with such haunting clarity it was almost as if she had never run at all, but alas and alack she had done so. Whats this? Why... why was everything rushing past him now, was... was he running too? It didn't take him long to realize he was indeed chasing after her now... but why? Something was wrong here... why had she run? There had been no point... was there? Maybe something had happened, she was a rather odd femme after all... but then why was he chasing her now? Perhaps it was because he was an odd mann as well or perhaps the fact that Zwi had shown him some amount of understanding that others had not due to fear of either his size or blood stained peltage; whatever the reason he was indeed chasing after her and continued to do so until his legs began to silently howl at him to stop running, the muscles and ligaments aching with each thundering pawstep on the soft earth and every heave of hot air that echoed out of his lungs and jaws.

Soon he gave his body the rest and skid to a halt, her scent was strong here...but she was not around "Where.... where did she go?" he panted heavily to himself, ears flicking foreward and nose moving to the ground to try and take in the trail "Why did she even run.... it makes no sense!" was a few other mutters he made to himself while pawing at the ground to move the dirt and freshen the scent. Only when certain on the direction did he take off again, why was he following her anyway? Honestly he didn't really know but... "But something wants me to find her." he finished the thought, something wanted him to talk to her some more... despite all her odd points and her strange attitude toward the world around and beyond her something about her being intriuged him to some concious degree.... that much he knew. Soon his paws were thundering on the ground, kicking up clouds of dirt and slight mud in his wake, tongue lolling from his jaws as he began to pant heavily, following her scent with some difficulty "Zwi! Where did you go, Zwi!" he was calling for her now? Now he didn't understand his own actions... perhaps it was better that way.