Ain't Half As Sweet as Rotting Meat

*Naiche* · 09-03-2021, 07:25 PM

It was bad enough not being a larger part of the pup's lives. Had it been up to him Naiche would have been sharing the den with Asla and his pups. The best he had managed was to get to take Arc occasionally to his den for a night but it was true Asla got the majority of their time. It was good Naiche never gave himself too much time to brew on unpleasant thoughts as that one was a rather bitter topic.

“Two friends? Who?” It really shouldn’t matter but somehow merging the fact in that the two wolves he didn’t know about were already aware of Asla’s plans and were set to travel with his children mattered to Naiche at this moment. Between anger, fear, worry, possessiveness all wound up in a ball of frustration plenty of small details mattered right that moment.

The latter part seemed to surprise Naiche a bit at least. There was no dramatic reaction from the wolf but he was never one for drama. The muscles relaxed a bit, his brow knit a bit to show this information got mulled over. What was there to say on that? Naiche had sworn his life to Sirius and the pack. His life not just by risking death if need be but to put in the sweat and time to support, to put the pack before himself.

Asla was giving him a different point of view on how the family connections were laid. Sirius had always seen protecting and loving of his daughter from the times when it was mentioned to Naiche. Certainly, the threat of what would happen if Naiche let her get injured was real enough. A memory came to his mind of the first time he’d sparred with Asla and how she had warned him not to take her lightly for being small or a girl. She didn’t want to be protected, she wanted respect. She was still the same wolf as she’d been then. When Naiche spoke to randomly he had a way of saying the wrong thing and this was something Asla was clearly upset about so Naiche was in no rush to answer till he’d considered everything.

Naiche had imagined once right and wrong were as simple as black and white. It seemed there was no right or wrong here but a choice of which was the lesser of two evils. Either he betrayed his son or he betrayed his pack. At least, in his mind, it was a betrayal to leave those you swore to protect for life.

“No, I didn’t know your mom hadn’t reached out to you yet,” the words were soft and if not filled with emotion it was only because Naiche was mulling through the details very carefully. “Nor do I understand why you haven’t been recognized for what you’ve done. I don’t understand a lot of it. You’re better than those two put together. You'd make a good alpha if you ever decided too.” Naiche didn’t bother with casually whimsical compliments, it was truly meant. They had left the pack for all this time. Asla took her work seriously and had shown an impressive mature side of herself when having to care for everything more when Sirius had gone off. Naiche had already loved Asla but these things had helped him to respect her more. Why wouldn’t her family then?

“I don’t like it,” how could he? It was putting him in a bad spot and in Naiche’s mind, it was better living in a pack. Certainly, his scarred past was the reason for it but that didn’t make it untrue in his mind. Regardless, ‘not liking it’ wasn’t an argument. Naiche let out a slow exhale, “I’ll let Sirius know. I won’t have my son grow up without his father, I won’t abandon him.” A statement of fact.

At least he would have more time for his kid now. That much would be nice and really he’d love every moment of that. Leaving the armada for a time he wouldn’t love. It was his duty to remain but it was now also his duty to leave. “When Arc is an adult I’ll come back though. Once he’s old enough to choose whatever he wants for his life and I’m sure he can protect himself.”

"Naiche"

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