take me under

Lykos nodded. Fair enough, he supposed. He didn't grow up with only his parents, and growing up wasn't bad - it was just everything that happened after that. Everything that happened after that. His head tilted somewhat as he considered the man's words - no siblings, huh? Ha. Knowing his own siblings, it would almost be better to be without them. Maybe. His thoughts turned uneasy - was he really serious about that? He wasn't sure. He didn't want them to die, for sure, but he did wonder what it would have been like if Dragon and Kharnage hadn't been born; if it had only been Gryphon and him.

He nodded again as Vulcan spoke once more. "I understand that," he said softly. "Getting away from my mother and my brother - both of which tried to hold me in the pack - was the best thing that I've made in a long, long time." He shrugged, just a little bit. "Their pack was awful. But I still miss the one I was born in. " Why did he say that? Good question, but it was out anyway.

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