Spirits On Ice
Souzan was not sure what had drawn him back, maybe it was the desire to return anywhere at all... His family was all but gone, the kingdom he'd grown up in was probably all but lost. Destroyed in the calamity and dimmer for the loss of its royal children besides. It had felt so empty without his brother and the death of sweet sweet Avis. So maybe that was why he had dragged himself back to Boreas, desperate for any sense of familiarity... of belonging. It wasn't like he had many homes to return to either. Home had once been his kingdom, his family... then it had been his brother and the future he'd promised them... and then that too had been ripped from him. The last home he'd had had been with Blanche Neige but she herself had also been taken from him, leaving him with only one last thing to cling to, precious though she was. Cendrillion was pressed into his leg, a tiny thing, even more so than he was used to. Her mother had been the smallest wolf he'd ever met... until he'd met his daughter. Tiny little fangs poked out from her upper lip, as if his own snaggle tooth had been mirrored twice in her jaw. Souzan reached down to nose at her little head. He looked down at her, his expression a mix of adoration and quizzical concern. The journey had been long and hard enough for him without taking into account the significantly shorter limbs of his daughter. Not to mention her age. He was worried that the blizzard would be harsh on her but pressed into his leg she was clearly less buffeted than he was. His heart was both buoyed by his daughter and also ached for her. She had been the only of her siblings to survive the birth and when her mother had passed she'd grown only more dependant on him, hardly ever leaving his side.
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