I Was A Pup And You Were A Princess, All Those Years Ago

Instantly the scent of hay struck his nose with its dusty and dry fragrance. Despite the few piles of snow that had formed from the deteriorating roof the barn was still a manageable shelter. The bottom of the door had ground against the dirt and was held open as Nako gave a heavy breath from muscling it wide enough for the two of them to peer in. Epiphron took a few paces inside and remarked that this land was once thought of as the safest anywhere. He could imagine that. Through a pups eyes there was no harm in the world save for a siblings rough bite to an ear or scratches from paws scrambling and climbing over one another. Nako closed his eyes and gave them a squeeze. That wasn't true at all. His own father had taken him away from his mother in a rather violent manner, a boy barely away from his mother stomach and all of a sudden there was this vaguely familiar man standing over him with an antler in his jaws and uppercutting his sons muzzle with a paw.

Nako gave a rumble to shoo the memory of his siblings names and faces as he watch Epiphron walk between the stalls. The light from the holes in the roof mingled with the dust from the hay to create a fine atmosphere as the she wolfs fur seemed to glow. "I'd did to for a time..." Nako trailed off as he looked at the rusted tools and yokes hanging from the walls. To be honest he had forgotten what this place had been used for by Seracia. "I know that is far different now when growing up." It would've been out of touch for him to ask if she meant by anything by the statement and so he walked farther into the barn and stood next to Epiphron to stare into the biggest stall. Dried and withered hay lay spread on the packed earth and he scented the air. "Do you think nobody stays here because they don't know what this is or that there are to many holes?" Nako asked as he looked back at Epiphron. Not something he'd stay a night in. He was beginning to think of other places. The tractor. The graves. The crop fields and the dens on the hill. Where else could the queen a subject go?