Willows

He hummed agreement. As sad as it was, anyone was capable, though he would have to consider the world insane if Viviane found it in her to murder someone… although, who knew, if someone hurt those whom she loved enough…

He huffed softly, admitting, “From what I know or suppose, he did care for Erani in his own way. She raised him and his sisters, after all, once my great grandmother died. But he was elitist and marshal. Not really a lovey type, but not exactly evil. Just, viewed the world more darkly than others. They say his bottom jaw was exposed to the bone by some accident or fight, so he was probably imposing as hell just to look at.”

To her sighed comment, he did laugh. “That they are. Imagine if packs went back to intermarriage. Dear gods I would have to bite my own brother if he tried dictating who I love and marry just because he was first out of our mother.”

Though he didn’t expect to be meeting anyone to marry and settle with any time soon. He figured the higher in rank he was, the more attractive a prospect he might be someday. He gave a mental shrug that rolled one shoulder. Thoughts for the far future.

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