"But Mommy, I want to stay with you" Sparrow said to his huskey mother with a quivering voice. "I know honey," His moter said hardly holding back the tears "But Daddy can't support all of us and Frisk and Jane will have to find new homes too." The wind whistled trough Sparrows crimson fur causing him to shudder "Mommy," he chocked out "Is it because I'm... I'm different?" "No dear, not at all." Said his mother hoping that Sparrow couldn't see the tears staining her fur. "Now go. Before the weather gets worse." She nudged him and he stumbled away from the dripping trashcan where Frisk and Jane laughfed and called him a looser. Sparrow stared up at the poaring rain, his eyes filling, and unleashed a sorrowful howl. Half red wolf, half huskey. His mother watched him slosh away, the harsh light from the streetlamps igniting his fur "If only I could tell him the truth." she whispered
Sparrow is my chariter an this is the first part of his story. He is mine and mine only

