Dark Horse

He would dig in on the food his father had provided, appreciating the bounty. He knew he would force himself to catch something, if it took all night, to return the father to the man. Astraios was determined to pull his own weight. So much of his life had been spent drifting, moving from one situation into another. Ty was the sort to take control of his life, and Rai wanted to be like him, to learn from him.

“That would be.. Good.” he admitted, his voice still rough, his words sparingly given to all else, dropped more easily for Ty. Perhaps the hunt won’t be the struggle he initially expected. Perhaps he could mimic and learn from his father’s hunting methods.

“This land?” Rai echoed, looking about himself, and perhaps understanding further why his father had put so much effort into digging out this den. “It would provide better prey then the pack we left, but other then that, I have not learnt its advantages.” he admitted, shaking his head slowly. He needed to let go of his past. He needed to find a way to let go. This was his life now, and he needed to learn to live in it. He needed to learn to appease Ty, who had stuck by him well all else in his life was gone.