He gave a brief snuff at her condolences, looking away as if he couldn’t care less. “Well, I said I’d make it on my own didn’t I?” He said attempting to sound more assured of himself than he felt. His heart ached thinking of their home in someone else’s paws, the land he was born in, where he and his brother had played highlord and viceroy, gone now and replaced with a nameless rank in a northern pack.
“I’m the howling wind.” He said, eyes closing as he made his proclamation. “I’ll tear down mountains and I’ll break the seas. Nothing will stop me.” He said, puffing his chest out with each word and growing prouder by the second.
