Father and daughter

The Warlord turned back in time to see her own little flash of horror. He recognized something in her eyes, felt it in his own. What he knew of her past told him it wasnt an easy one. She had her own demons haunting her. Was that what she thought of then?

He nodded his head gently towards her, his smile soft and sad. "Where did you go, just then. Back to your birth pack?" He asked softly, the words only the softest pry. If she didnt wish to speak on it... he could respect and understand that. He would be happy to bring their topic back around to the antics of Mortis, the cleverness of Io, or the hard sweetness of Resin. Back to the living, and those they respected in the here and now. The names he drew strength from when he remembered his own bloody past.

The beach passed them by as they spoke, and before he knew it they where parallel to Deathbellea pack. The connection to his past, his first great love, not that their affection had ever gone anywhere.