by Minimetoo » Mon Dec 21, 2009 9:49 am
Benjamin looked away from Xavior, then laid down. He's so young. We can't change him. Who knows if he'd survive or not.
Xavior looked at the wolves infront of him, wondering why they were so sad. He looked up in time to feel his mom lick him. He smiled, then phased where he was. He moved so he was on his stomach, then looked up at his parents, confused.