Too much history

“I understand, and your sacrifice will never be in vain.” the Warlord was tied to Resin’s family. Ties of love and family. That didn’t mean there wasn’t much he would give to have her back with them. As for his question on Io… He peeked an eye open again at her vehement answer. Feeling the shake of her head through his raised paw.

She also raised a paw of her own, and gently lowered his back to the ground. He let her, with a rueful smile. He was left with the comforting feel of her own pad over his. Motherly, in her own way. His brows creased in concern as she spoke of Io, and the state she was in. The loss of Roan… that was bad news. He wanted his sister to be happy. Hearing how badly she was taking it… his thoughts moved to how he had been when he thought his lifelong partner taken from him. He could understand how hard that could be. He frowned. “I will go see her.” he said. He didn’t know what comfort he could offer her, but he had to try.

“The Armada… has taken badly to the sickness. Some have started to heal, so I take comfort in hoping there will be an end to its hold on us. Let’s see… I know Briar will go to the Hallows to be with Art once she reaches adulthood. Asla has taken her broad and left to see the world. Naiche… passed on.” he clenched his paw into the earth, knowing she would feel the way it tensed. “Aure has a brood of his own now, and Mortis is in love. Though he believes he is hiding it from me.” Life moved on, new wolves were born, and others gone.


"Sirius Fatalis"