Disputes

He followed the two wolves from a distance. Under the coat of bear’s blood the wounds on his shoulder and hip burned with livid flesh he’d had no time to clean and in all likelihood had infected with his attempt to cover his injuries.

The two came to a stop and he resolutely fought the temptation to collapse in that instant from exhaustion. He would be judged here, the fate of his children would be decided, and he risked never seeing them before he even learned who they were. In favor of the snake whore who had mothered them. He knew his chances were slim; custody rarely fell to fathers, but he was ready to fight to the death, if only because death was preferable to never seeing his children again.

“Let’s talk then.” He said, attempting to keep the edge of pain from his voice as he spoke. He was going to die here, and he had come to accept that.