Fix me Father

The man was still and silent. Observing the scene before him. The boy was broken, left with feelings that one his age should never feel. Not like the way he himself had...his heart went out to the boy, he wanted to help. But he dared not speak, not now. In some way, he felt like maybe he shouldn't have been here...but, at the same time something had drawn him here. He knew the she-wolf hated him, hated him for a mistake on his part. Sure, he was short tempered...but it was something he had grown up with on account of everything that happened to him as a pup. Being picked on was something that hurt, and he despised it. He didn't want this boy to feel this way. He didn't want Loccian to hate him anymore. Whether they eventually became friends, or something more, or not. He just didn't want to be forever seen as a hated mongrel who randomly picked fights. That last one, a mistake. Would he do it again? Perhaps not...unless the other deserved it if it was threatening someone. What the tri-colored male found abnormal, was that he was actually thinking of changing his perspective on things. And this kid was showing him that in such a short time. Looking towards the ground, he began to back away, to leave them alone. He turned away, hearing Loccian growl, knowing that it was because he was here. But if he walked away now, would it show that he didn't mean what he said? Would it show that he was a coward and didn't care? This was a little confusing for him...he wanted to help the boy, but he didn't want to dig a deeper hole with the she-wolf. But...she hadn't yelled or demanded for him to leave.


He sighed inwardly, he couldn't walk away...even if his paws begged him before she did decide to lash out. Instead, he quietly crept to the side of the caves mouth and remained there in the shadow, the only indication of his presence were his gaze on the ground, glowing in the darkness and with the light reflected. And his muzzle was half in the light, along with the visibility of the white in his coat. He wouldn't interrupt. Curiosity peaked him as she decided she would tell her nephew his origins. About his Father...he wished he knew about his own Father...about his Mother...they had mysteriously died shortly after his birth. Nobody knew what happened to them...and it seemed, that this boy knew nothing of his Father as well. Another thing in common the pair shared. The man remained silent, not wanting to further agitate the grey she-wolf.




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