The oncoming wind brought with it the scents of his previous pack mates, so familiar, but now just distant memories lost along his travels. Kima’s once well groomed and near perfect pelt was matted, torn, and coated with dry dirt and blood. His graceful, and fit stature had been replaced with a fragile, dangerously lean body. The once strong and powerful soul of the mutt, in both mind and body, had been taken by his many challengers. It seemed like he was well beyond his years, as he had a small beard of white, and some light, creamy white on his chest. It had never been there before. He was a different dog now…
Kima’s solemn gaze rested upon a dazzling image, such a sight to sore eyes. It was a female -One who he had long forgotten the name of- who’s stature was proud and dignified like his own that he had once held. He had forgotten how to stand in that way, and so had even managed to forget who he once was. It had been so long ago. Kima could only wish to remember what his life had been like before, but he could not bring his mind to reply the projection.
Somehow though, Kima was able to wonder: What do they think of me now? What do they see me as? Who am I to them? He wanted answers, but he knew only time would bring them to him. But there was one answer that he wanted now.
"Who are you?"
((Can you possibly have Yuea go off on him and rage?))