Help Is On The Way

Alfred gave a nod as Heather spoke on, his gaze taking on a softer look. “He taught me a little… not much, but he talked to me about the Snowlit religion once and some herbs.” Alfred spoke of the memories fondly, giving his sister a gently nudge on her cheek with his nose. He was reaching out, certainly more than he ever had with his family. As Heather leaned in to press her nose to his shoulder Alfred closed his eyes, speaking on.

“...maybe… I’m thinking the wrong way, Heather.” Alfie continued. “Being strong… it doesn’t just mean physically, right?” He smiled a little, a sad one, but a smile still as he pulled back. “I’ve been thinking a lot, you know? Not just about Razor, but about him at the same time. Maybe… Maybe I’m not really a fighter. Maybe I can be useful in other areas of the pack. Hunting… healing.” Though as he said the second suggestion his heart clenched a little.

“I know I won’t be able to save every life… but if I don’t try, and start learning, how will I save any?” The brute thought. If he had known more… could he have helped Razor live a little longer? Was this how his aunt Amalia felt every time someone was lost, or got sick in a way she couldn’t help? “I… I just want to be useful to you guys… to our family. It’s time to shake off the cobwebs and move forward, yeah?” He was trying at least.


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