Go Get Good

Asla ran on instinct as much as he did. As through feeling his need, she opened up her arms and wrapped herself around him. The tiny, unshakable warrior and her broken giant of a father. He wrapped a paw gently around her, leaning back, and pulling her off the ground. He held her in his arms like that for a long moment. Closed his eyes, and remembered what he loved. Something great was taken from him, and it left a terrible hole. The ache inside of him might never leave him, but she had not been all that he loved. He had come a long, long way from the stoic guard.

As a wolf of the Old Empire, he had been forced to guard his heart, absolute and unyielding. Then he had been given freedom, Zee, and this pack that they had created. Children. Blood or otherwise, that where his Asla was his he closed his eyes, leaning his head into her neck, breathing in the scent of pack and family. It grounded him, as best as something could. “When I come back from the Hallows, you and I are going to have our work cut out for us. My night Terrors for one thing, can not stay.” of all the wolves in his life he trusted to hold their own, Asla was at the top. He would work with her to ensure he could be safe around others.


"Earth" & "Stars"