Let's Go A Little Harder
Félicien furrowed his brow as Avalon commented on what he had to say. She had a family… a son who was doing well despite his blindness. A younger wolf, sure, but that didn’t exactly make him feel better. His age frustrated the man. Lack of being able to do what he used to. Perhaps, had he come to accept it, things would be different. But it was hard… it seemed his largest battle right now was within himself.
The monochrome male tried to focus on her words and fight the doubt creeping up in his head. As she finished the male closed his eyes, seeming in thought, before he spoke again. “A smaller family is still a family, Avalon.” Guilt gnawed at him. “The two I mentioned before... I suppose they were as close as I had to a family.” Félicien shook his head.
“They started families and I… drifted apart. I’ve been alone for so long I don’t really remember what being around others is like.” He opened his clouding eyes and gave a sad smile. “I used to love being alone… but maybe it’s just an old person thing but I’m starting to like it less and less.”
The man looked to Avalon again. “Can’t really say packs were my style either. I’m not really one for authority.” His smile faded. “Won’t say that part of me would change too easily, either.” He let out a soft sigh. “However… living alone at this age presents a new realm of dangers.” He paused for a moment, flicking an ear.
“How about a suggestion?” He presented the words in the form of a question. “If you wouldn’t mind some additional company I could travel with you and whatever family members are by your side. At the very least until you find that pack you’re talking about. From there… well, we’ll see?” |