I Walk Alone...

The boy shifted in his place as his aunt put herself in front of him He watched with his white gaze as she talked back to the stranger and then put her face very close to his. Then his Incle put himself in front of her which was in front of him as well. No growl escaped Augustus' maw as he stood there. He wasn't in a defensive mode nor cautious of the situation. Just....calm and collected. The new yearling stepped forward around his Aunt and around his Uncle. He had no idea what he was doing but was improvising as he went. His mother had told him what his father was like. She told him he was brave and calm and one to avoid an unnecessary fight...this is what Augustus wanted to do. He wanted to aspire to be like his father; he wanted to show that his father wasn't dead like his Aunt Loccian had told him. Octavian wasn't dead....he was here with them as they all stood here.

A small breeze passed through the land and the boy stood there as it blew through his fur. A small smile appeared on his maw. But then how could he smile at a moment like this...he could, he just could. His mother told him no matter what Octavian kept strong and had a strong heart...he was always one to smile...but when he didn't smile...well...that rarely happened didn't it. His white gaze looked at his pelt once more...a fresh new coat, his yearling coat. But what still peeked out around his body in tufts of fur was puppy fur. It was almost as if he looked like a shedding bird with it's chick feathers still in clumps. Augustus turned back to the three before him. He pushed his way in between Loccian and Pontifex and the stranger. His white gaze narrowed as he looked at his family then at the stranger.

" You do not listen...you blame this on my Uncle as a pup would for an incident. It does not matter who started what or what caused what. We are all at fault...can't you take what has happened and drop it? And you two, I'm capable of myself in a situation such as this...we send out threats in return them get more back. It's never ending! Why can't we all drop this?!? You see the fur of my puphood peek out in tufts..mine are visible while yours are not. We aren't all completely mature are we? We haven't even learned the man's name! So what may your name be sir?" he said calmly with his black ears perked up waiting for an answer or response.

The boy knew he could never exactly replace his father's space but he could live up to him. In a way he was an extent if his father yes? Maybe so or maybe he was just so grief stricken that he denied Octavian's entire death. Yes he was dead but that didn't mean he was entirely gone...