mattresses trump food emergencies

Azure frowned, but busied himself with adjusting the mattress with his father. Sirius had admitted that he did begin to feel badly for the things he did to his future wife, and Az felt the similarities between them start to fade. Was he supposed to feel badly for the times he'd hurt Hana? As of yet, he'd felt very little guilt, not even in pushing her to the ground by the muzzle and making it clear that he did not care if she went off alone and got herself raped. He knew the words and actions hurt her, he knew it risked destroying what they had, but he felt very little guilt. "I see." He commented, the sadness touching his voice. "What if I never feel like I need her enough to change?" Az asked after a momentary pause, shuffling on his paws. In many ways he did feel he needed his koi-wolf, but not like he needed oxygen, or sleep, or shelter. When she had asked him of his life's dream, he had told her honestly that his goal was his crown, not a woman. Sirius built his pack to protect those he loved, his wife included, and Azure struggled to understand that point of view.