This loss feels like a welcome home

He snorted in amusement, but expected no less of his fiery daughter. Wily and headstrong. But kind, and gentle, too. She had her fathers determination, and her mothers gentleness. A part of him wanted to shield her from love. The fall out of losing it could break a person, but he wasn’t so far gone as to think that abstaining was the only answer.

He took another bite of his food, eating more slowly this time. “Art is a good kid, and he’s going to be a force in the world one day. I promised to teach him meditation…” he trailed off to give Tamsyn a wry glance. That's right, the master of getting mad was going to teach a wolf to find calm. But he had made the mess with Arts anger, so he was damn sure going to do what he could to fix it.

“You're determined then, to stay here in the Hallows? Because it's going to be a long time before I can let Briar go.” He said with frank truthfulness. Leaving out the words - through no doubt that Tamsyn heard them, that he did not let Tamsyn and Art go easily either.

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