I never give in, I never give up {and neither will you}
He let out a hungry yawn and blinked the sleep from his eyes before he rose wordlessly and shook out his fur. Over the last few days Ruthgar had gained an awing respect for the retired mercenary, and was gratified that he would no doubt be a part of the lives of his sons. He smiled at the male’s complement and followed the older male out of the meager den he had hastily dug for himself several days before. It was far enough to give Mara her space, but close enough for him to hear his squealing pups, and he couldn’t imagine a more beautiful sound to fall asleep and wake up to. “Roit.” He grumbled. “Wut ‘re we coverin’ teday then?” He asked, already starting on his usual path through the orchard, a route that had seemingly become ingrained in him as he followed it every morning, afternoon, and night since Mara had first made her den among the fruit bearing trees.
He had never once opposed Féli’s fighting lessons, and although they meant getting up a bit earlier than he was comfortable with that was a sacrifice he was willing to make, considering what he had to gain. He had promised Mara after Crew had disbanded that he would be strong for her if she was strong for him. So far, she had held up her end of the bargain, and it was time for him to own up to his. He would be strong, his sons would have strong parents, and they would be strong too, which was why Ruthgar always pushed himself as hard as he could with each lesson, going over the techniques again and again and practicing even when the older male wasn’t around. His pups were worth the pain and the struggle, and if anyone threatened them he fully intended to rip them apart. |
