“Get away from him!”He cried shrilly, his hackles raised as he barreled through the birds beginning to cluster on the thin body of his father. He snapped his jaws, more occupied with chasing them away than killing them and stood protectively over his father’s frail body. He felt tears sting in his eyes as he huffed, glaring hatefully as the birds scampered away. What was he going to do? He was terrified of the prospect of facing the world, completely alone, without his father. Tyranis had been consumed by his obsession with the man he called Bass, but not once had he shirked his responsibilities as a parent. Rain had always been fed, even when there wasn’t enough food for both of them, they had spent their wandering days talking, the older wolf teaching his son seemingly everything he knew and could think of, making sure, even as his mind began to slip that the boy remained interested.
He felt his father croak under him and shuddered a breath. “I’m here father.” He quavered, his body beginning to tremble as the horrible reality began to set in around him. They were home, they were in Boreas, the land he had been born in and the lands his father once ruled as a king, and his father, before he could even grasp the realization of what had become his greatest hope, was going to die. He shuddered, closing his eyes tightly and filled his lungs, throwing his head back and howling as loud as he could, calling for his mother, calling for his sister, calling for Dauntless, calling for anyone that could hear him and could help.
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