Dark Horse

“Good.” He responded with a pleased smile. The boy was only a year old and already showing signs of potential where his legitimate son fell short. “Would you like me to help you?” He offered. He had been so preoccupied securing his empire that he had completely fallen short on tutoring the red male. Between the family of foxes they had more meat than they needed, but the chilling air ensured that it would be some time before the meat soured.

Excess hunting was hardly a problem for a wolf, and with a pack it was encouraged to sustain several hungry mouths. “But it’s just you and the boy now isn’t it?” a soft voice in his mind purred, and he felt his features darken slightly in response. They would have their empire, and soon, he swore by it.

“What do you think of these lands for our home?” He asked, if only to distract himself from his pessimistic thoughts. There was an intention there that he hadn’t shared with the boy, that the forest was dangerously close to the territory of another, peaceful pack, and that if their own pack grew as strong as he hoped, the peaceful crafters would have a reason to fear the Praetor name. That was all still distant “All things in good time.”He reminded himself

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