my boy was just like me

Sirius looked different now too. Indigo wasn’t a young boy anymore, he looked his father in the eye now. He was heavier and looked bigger because of the huge mane that covered his neck and chest, and yet the massive warrior still made the young leader feel like he was a boy. Resin taught him what she could, but he had been too late to get into the details of her training. She gave him a strong foundation and he built atop it. He lowered his head slightly in reverence, very nearly an equal to the one who raised him.

”Father,” he returned equally as soft, but his barrel like chest echoed his deep tones. He wasn’t a child any longer, he had become a man. Like his father though, Indigo gathered lost souls and those that were the most at need of help and he offered a paw up to them. All of them were beaten and broken, but they became strong as they formed the band around him. ”I’m the leader of the Nomad band.” He offered proudly, still barely able to believe he had managed to attain his goal.

"Indigo Fatalis"