Black Ice

“Yeah!” He said, already breathless from trying to keep up with the older male. “My mom’s name is Storm, and she’s the best healer in the world!” He said his heart swelling with pride and a wide grin on his face. He didn’t want to mention his sisters, most of them weren’t even around anyway. Derecho had most likely wandered off like an idiot and been eaten by a hawk while Aella had- or at least he hoped she had- drowned in the rapids and been carried out to sea. These were of course only his morbid fantasies, lord only knew what really happened to them or where they went, but unlike himself their loss had taken a toll on their other and of course…on Bass. No one said anything about it but the alpha seemed to be becoming more and more isolated, he of course knew Bass would be alright in the end Bass was the strongest wolf to ever live in his mind, but he worried every now and then why both his mother and Bass seemed to grow so quiet suddenly when they spoke. There was still Cloud though, and Cloud was the best, unlike Derecho who was just the worst.

The older male muttered something that completely flew over his head and then asked what had become his favorite question. What he was training to be. He somehow managed to grin wider, showing off every single one of his tiny needle-like teeth and exclaimed “Yeah! I’m gonna be the Primo some day!” He knew that no matter what it was what Bass wanted, he had wanted it ever since he had met Bass and it had been his dream for years, the royal succession of Abaven- which would have put Lark next in line had been inconsequential to him. He would be Primo when he was older, one ay or another.

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