Sick of It [PO]

Ren had heard whispers of a wedding - of his sister's wedding. It irked the young man an incredible amount - the boy Rivaxorus and his sister weren't even adults; they were still children. True, they'd both be aging up soon, as would he, but that'd they rush into such a... decision... bothered him quite a bit. So much so that he was avoiding most of everyone, even after the bitterness of losing Borealis faded. He certainly didn't want to see that foolish alpha of his nor his sister; he truly believed their actions, while having love, were still that of a child. Hell, he was still a child as well, by his own logic, and he acknowledged that, but he had gone through a lot more than either of them have. He couldn't help but feel - despite his earlier reassurances - that Zephyra abandoned their family, for no good reason. She left and only decided to take them back when it was convenient. He had no doubt she wanted them back, but she didn't seem to care when she left. Aggravation made the man growl low in his throat, and cyan eyes bitterly affixed themselves to the woods in front of him.