So it would seem that Mystic wasn’t having any further luck in the family department. It was honestly a shame, but what could one do? As the femme said herself siblings had their own lives to lead, both hers and his alike. While they could miss them terribly sometimes it was for the better that they left their families and went their separate ways. Everyone had their own lives to live, and not even family could hinder that. If they did then new families would never be able to start.
Félicien would dip his head to Mystic, feeling the wind pick up around them. “I see...” He’d shake his head, trying to manage a smile. “I’m sure they’re out there living their own lives and doing just fine. Maybe one day you’ll see them again... But for now you can at least focus upon your father and little brother.” Félicien would let his gaze linger upon Mystic’s form.
“Have you considered joining my pack any further by chance?” He’d ask lightly, not wanting to push her.
