Part one is located inside the project. Just click see inside, it'll be pretty obvious. Part two is in Notes and Credits.
She growls. “You’re already a failure, you want to be a traitor too? Do what I say. Move.” I dig my claws into the dirt, freezing and not moving an inch. I lift my chin, ordering my tail not to flick between my legs and for my body not to shake. Mother is dangerous. Don’t disobey her. Every lesson she ever taught me about obedience hammers through my mind. I ignore it all. She lets out a vicious snarl. “Traitor it is, then.” And mother launches at me, bowling me over with her paws. I kick back, my muzzle wrinkling in a fierce snarl as I push her off me, sliding to my paws, my tail lashing. I spit out fur. “Try me. You taught me yourself, mother.” I snap, ignoring the pounding of my heart. She scoffs. “I can smell the fear on you, boy.” I’m not a boy, I’m not a boy. SHUT UP, CITRINE. I resist the urge to shrink back as she begins circling me, grinning wolfishly. Her prosthetic remolds itself back into a back leg, supporting her and getting rid of the limp. I sigh of relief as Canopy scoots out of the cave. I plant myself in the doorway, blocking mother’s way. “Hey failure.” Mother snarls, feinting a lunge. I flinch back. “What was that face when I called you a boy?” She sneers. “Are you hiding something from me along with disobeying?” I fight the urge to scream. Come on, Citrine! You knew she was gonna find out! You can’t hide it forever! But I stay silent, standing my ground and fighting the fear out of my body. “Well, pup?!” She taunts. “What, did Lord Damyan eat your tongue?” I recoil. She hasn’t mentioned him in years. Why now? Why talk about her trauma now? She bares her teeth. “You’re working with him, aren’t you? You and that monster of a wolf both!” “Canopy isn’t a monster!” I squeak. “And I’m not working with Damyan either!” “Then what are you hiding, worm?!” She jumps for me, sinking her teeth into my neck. I yelp in pain, twisting away. A few drops of red liquid splatter the cave floor, and I freeze, dumbfounded. B-Blood? She drew blood? I meet her eyes, my mouth opening and closing. She’s never drawn blood before, no matter how many times she’s pawed me. This is over. I can’t take care of her anymore. My eyes fill with tears at the thought of having to leave. She’s my mother! How could she do this? She laughs, her pupils still dilated and darting around. “You think I’m your mother, still, little worm? Lemme tell you somethin’, pup. Mother’s would never draw their pup’s blood.” “You are not mine.” What?! The words hit me like a pack of raging bulls. I stagger on my paws, backing up into a wall. “Wh-What?” “That’s why you’re a failure to me. If you were really mine, you wouldn’t have turned out so weak.” She stands up taller. “I see you and I can only see your real mother. The deadbeat one who left you at my paws. The one who did me so much wrong.” And she stalks out the cave, her tail flicking. I rush forward. No! She’s gonna hurt Canopy! But she doesn’t, instead walking right past her. She looks at Zinc with a tired look. “I’m going for a walk,” she murmurs, her voice softer. As soon as she’s gone, Zinc walks up to me. “Are you okay? You’re bleeding, son.” I back away. “I-I’m fine.” My mind spiraling, I take off in the opposite direction of mother, plunging into the forest. As my paws rhythmically pound the dirt below me, the wind raking through my silver-streaked sandpaper-brown fur, I almost forget about the throbbing pain in my neck. I leap over brambles, roots, and bushes before letting out a free howl. And then I don’t stop in time before falling into a large stream. I yelp, the cool water soaking my sun-absorbed fur and washing the blood away. I stand up, shaking myself. Oops. “Oof, that was quite a nasty fall. You okay?” A deep voice says. Then it yelps. “Holy Star, you’re bleeding!” I look up, my muzzle still dripping wet. A wolf about my age, maybe a few months older, was drinking from the stream. He has ice-blue fur with a few scars, one across the top of his muzzle, the other down his side. A bow made of pure ice is strapped to his other side, along with a quiver of wooden arrows. His eyes are snow-white. A blizzard wolf. What’s one doing so far from the tundra? “H-Hi.” I squeak, my black tail splashing water out of the stream behind me.
