They refused to give him details on his birth. He knew she was his mother because she was the only woman for miles who refused to look at his face, the rest stared at him with hatred. He knew they were talking to him or about him because they always used the same word.. Blight.
He used it as his name. Just like he used everything he stole from them before he disappeared into the woods. He figured they'd be happier with him gone, and since he never saw a search party, the best he could tell, he figured right.
There was enough in the woods to hunt and over time he gained a talent for surviving. The animals he was able to hunt grew in size and ferocity until the day he trapped a vicious red wolf. Only when he moved in for the kill did he realize his curse allowed him to speak with the animal. Blight had seen a flower once the same color of the wolf so he started calling her by it.
He was still new to speaking with an animal like this, but over time he came to understand her story. Rosie had come from a great pack of red wolves, all hunted down and slain in their dens. Hunters came time and again, always with the same mark on their clothes and over time they killed her family until only she remained. She had tracked them as far as the woods they were in but had lost the trail because of his trap.
They had both known loneliness, but now they would hunt as a team.