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Sirius · 07-16-2021, 09:07 PM

He could see the indecision in his daughter's eyes. The agony and difficulty of choice that cut at the Warlord like a knife. Her words… surprised him. But perhaps they shouldn’t have, really. The Warlord had always expected much of his children, wanting to mold them into warriors. He shook his head, and finally pushed past his own uncertainties. Reaching through the distance between them to put his paw on her shoulder. “Gossamer, you are growing into an adult during tourmil and difficulty, and your struggles - though I would have wished to apre you them - are making you stronger. I am proud of you, and who you will be one day. You are my daughter, and I love you. Always, do you understand?”

He looked down at the younger wolf, holding his paw gently to her shoulder, his dark eyes locked to her. He could not lose any more of his family. He would not push her away, he would rather suffer bearing his soul and ensuring his loved ones knew their worth to him.

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