Smoke and mirrors

He knew there was something off, of course he knew, he wasn’t ignorant to the fact that their mother was missing. It tugged at his heart with a pang of pain every time he thought of it but if his father was seemingly unmoved by it he would also wear a brave face. Of course he simply viewed his father’s lack of emotional response as strength and didn’t understand how much it was probably destroying him under it all. Still Quentin held all his pain below the surface though no doubt it would spill forward sooner rather than later.

For now though he would play with his siblings like nothing was the matter. That was till their father spoke and he turned all his attention to the red man. Accepting the brief grooming with all the grace he could muster before trotting off with his family.

Once they had arrived at the meeting the boy settled himself upon his haunches on Heather’s other side. Briefly nudging her in support before lifting himself into his usual posture, back straight, tail curled around his paws and head held high.



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