Set Me Ablaze

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Cross's eyes narrowed in ever so slight confusion at the girl's first questions. "You don't know? Your dad never mentioned them?" Cross didn't know much about the family history, other than Collision had stayed in Starlite/Valhalla when the rest of the family had followed Crusade to Glaciem, but had there actually been any friction about that? They'd been allies with Valhalla when Collision was it's Alpha, right? Of course that had been thrown out the window soon as he'd stepped down. That was one complicated back - he didn't bother trying to understand the way they did things. He just gave his answer. "Well, Crusade is your father's older sister." Is not was. As far as Cross knew she was still alive and happy relaxing somewhere.

He was happy for the switch over to Azalea's side of the family. He stowed the names given away for later. Soleon. Gael. Solaine, and Guinevere... Why was that name familiar? Had he heard it mentioned in one of the old family history stories? He grinned, hearing all these names. It was like someone had hung a whole new wall in the halls of his legacy. Who were these wolves? Seemed like they knew so little about their roots and where they came from. Did they even know any of the tales about their grandmother and the two legs? Or about the many miles logged by their family? The monsters they'd fought and wars they'd won? It certainly was something Cross wouldn't take for granted again.

The boy shook his head in amazement. "Wow. Who'd have thunk?" He looked the girl over, and, saw behind her that the rain had cleared. "Come on," he said with a sudden spark of the spontaneous. "This might just be the eye of the storm, but we should take a walk." He gave a wag of his tail as an extra gesture of encouragement. "We have alot to talk about." He stepped out into the damp openness. A couple of the trees were still bent, and streamlets of water were navigating their way through the soil and sand, but the world was rather beautiful - still shaded by the grey clouds. "-For instance-," he said, looking back. "You've never met any of the Old Glaciem side of the family, right? I mean, we were both born long after our grandparents died, but do you even know anything about them?"




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