Hug it out

*Mortis* · 07-17-2021, 12:05 AM

His first training session had gone awry. He had sought to turn Briar and Art into a team, and instead he had made a mess of it. It had fallen apart before it had even begun, with his sister storming away. He had moved to chase after her, and her words had cut him like a knife “Not now Mortis! ”

She had wanted nothing to do with him, after his heavy handed counseling attempt had gone so wrong. His father was furious at him. He had told Sirius how he had not been able to keep the two wolves in line to listen to his teaching. Art and Briar were angels in his eyes, and therefore the fault had lay entirely in Mortis. He wasn’t ready to lead, he was a mess.

He was trying to be strong, to turn a new leaf. To be here for his family and the Armada, but sometimes that seemed like such an impossible thing to ask of himself.

Briar had returned to their den, and he fretted at where his sister might have gone. He rose early, patrolling along the border for any sign of his sister. Then, suddenly, she was there. Leaping at him and putting her paws about his neck. It was such a turn about from before that he blinked in shock, and pulled away a little. Still stung, but her rebuke, Arts rebuke, and Seers rebuke.

He rubbed his neck awkwardly with a paw.

“Of course Briar. It’s not your fault, it's fine.”

he promised.

"Speech"

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