Grumpy Gus

*Resin* · 03-29-2021, 07:09 AM

In time, the boy let loose, starting off by informing Resin that Ulric and Aranea were spending nights together in her chambers. Two grown adults could do whatever they wished as long as it didn't affect the pack. Ezra's current state proved that it was indeed affecting someone. The woman listened, obsidian ears flicked forward to catch every word. She would have to discuss things with the pair later and urge them to do their business more discreetly.

Ezra admitted to attacking his father and Resin's golden gaze narrowed slightly. She understood the boys frustration, but he needed to learn from his mistakes. "Ezra, did your father ever tell you the rules of The Hallows?" She watched his face for a moment before continuing. "There is to be no spilling of blood within Hallows lands." Resin didn't know where this injury had taken place, so she clarified. "Intentionally attacking your father is unacceptable." It was a serious situation and the boy would have to be punished for it. "You are young and I understand your frustration, but this cannot happen again. Do you understand?" She was giving him a free pass this time.

Now she had to address the real problem. Azariah's absence. "Your father has indeed searched for your mother. Others have as well. None could find a trace of her, Ezra." Resin believed that the woman and her child were dead. What happened to them, she didn't know. Other packs had been asked. Loners had been asked. No one had seen her nor the child. "I have talked to your father. He tries to hide his pain from you and your siblings, but he is indeed very pained over your mother's disappearance."

Overhead a crow called and the giant woman turned her gaze upwards for a moment. "Wolves deal with pain in different ways. Your father sought comfort from someone that could understand his pain. He's trying to make himself okay for the sake of you and your siblings." Looking back to the speckled boy, she continued. "Perhaps it's difficult to understand, but if Ulric is capable of finding a sliver of joy in all of the sorrow that he's been carrying, he's entitled to that. Just as you are entitled to finding something that makes you happy. Something to help with your sorrow."

Whether or not the boy would be able to look past his anger was up to him. Resin had said what needed to be said. Now they could focus on other things. "What do you like to do, Ezra? Do you have any interests? Hunting? Fighting? Crafting?" Based on what he chose, she would find him some task to do or some mentor to follow about.

"Speech"

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