Could it be too late? [[Open]]

he knew he couldn't hide from the world forever. he taught himself that, as much as the idea terrified him. he was part of a pack now, though, and had to make that dedication. it scared him, but someday he would have to make the transformation from kit to canine. it might not be for years at this rate, but Pestilence let his small limbs carry him into his packland. he knew nobody of the pack, and knew he would be found and questioned. he would shyly explain, this was his home and he wants to make an effort to please himself, and those around him. he's waiting for approval, by someone.

however, he did not expect to smell the strong scent of blood and sweat. he did not expect to see a large white wolf covered in her own blood, running through the territory. he let his body flinch, so obviously, from the sight of it, and let himself gasp. that was who he was; his fear always expressed so apparently. he watched as the dog skidded to a halt, and his ears perked forward. was she part of the pack? was she not? she looked... scared and confused.

are you... in this pack, miss? Pestilence called out, his posture small and terrified as ever. this was the first time he heard the sound of his own voice in awhile- the first time he spoke to anyone out loud. and how strange, and scary it was.

Pestilence's fur was standing taller than normal, his fear so obvious. the large white dog only replied a single word, then watched him with those strange eyes of hers. his were bright, blue, narrow, and reflecting his sudden terror. he shouldn't have come here- he shouldn't have left the glen! he was safe there, and no one could scare him like this.

the female took a step forward, and with that movement Pestilence took a step back and lowered hs body to the ground as though he could fall away into the earth. he let himself whimper, and without meaning to, he spoke again. you're scaring me... Pestilence whined, his voice barely a whisper. his ears at this point lay flat on his head, and his tail curled around his body. his eyes held the fear he felt so easily, and he was hoping for mercy, perhaps.

how tempted he was to run! however, he stood his low ground. no, not really. he simply, didn't run. he let himself feel this fear, as it shred at his beating heart. he let himself feel this familiar sensation- petrified.

the look on the dogs face was one of confusion, which stumped Pestilence even more. he honestly didn't know what he was supposed to do right now- this dog was a loner, trespassing. wasn't it Pestilence's job to get the pack? something stopped him, though. would it be fair, this bleeding dog to be attacked by more? Pestilence truly was torn between two choices; but in the end, it was the cowards choice. he only nodded to the dogs question, his ears falling lower back on his head. his eyes were wide with fear.

next, the dog mentioned his packmates, sending him out- uh... i wasn't sent by anyone, this- this is my f-first time in these lands... i w-was requesting to j-join the p-p-pack... Pestilence stuttered, and suddenly he was very angry with himself. why did he let himself feel so much fear, and be so vulnerable? it was terrible! but, he couldn't change that about himself... he simpy couldn't.

other dogs began to bark, and Pestilence realized they were after the white beauty- did he really just think of her like that?! she told him to get behind her, and he didn't move- he let her stand in front of him. his confusion was suddenly painful- who=who are they? and... w-why are you pro-protection m-me? Pestilence tried to speak up, but his voiec still cracked and he still was shivering with his own terror, his body trembling.