History class wasn't anything difficult. He was preached to all his life about how the Humans and the Ferals were at odds. He knew full well that this equality was such a new concept that it rested on a razors edge. It was proven to him three years ago when his father left for an extended, deep space trip to the rings of some new planet they found past the edge of the milky way. He left quickly enough to forget to say goodbye and leave them any means of contacting him. As far as he was concerned, leaving behind a 13 year old son to grow up without a father was bad enough, but he was sure he wasn't going to mention to his co-workers that his son was Feral. Three years later, he had never contacted them at all.

He didn't need history to tell him what people were like. He was more concerned with the present, and spent most of the class staring around the room.

Eryial was sitting on the other side of the class, playing with her jet black hair and tapping her desk. He wasn't making a good first impression. For one thing, he didn't even catch that wolf's name. Afraid that he just simply missed it as he spaced out before, he pulled up the class roster on his desk and found his picture.

"Farkas?" he muttered, "I should remember that." He eyed his schedule in the corner of the screen and noticed there was a whole hour free in the next period. He hoped the orientation email he recieved from the school contained a map....

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