It's been a while

Misery was almost always content to be patient.  A smart wolf knew the value in waiting and that it didn’t mean there was nothing to do.  His nose was scenting the ear, he listened body sensing out for changes that could have happened in all the time that was gone.  He hoped for another assignment soon as being around other packs was entertaining.  There were so many naïve good-hearted wolves out there in the world that it was amazing.  Naïve fools that wanted to be tricked.

That said, Misery actually looked forward to seeing his mom again.  He wanted to talk to Mac and see how his young brother was turning out.  The boy had shown potential talent in being a good spy, and perhaps bodyguard.  Misery wanted tools he could trust and those that held a bond to him by family blood would be especially useful.  The problem was any wolf meeting his checklist of requirements.  Mac was his best hope.

When mom did show up there was certainly no hiding that round belly.  However, the kid following her was one of Misery’s younger brothers versus the waste-of-life Kali that he had imagined more likely. Did this mean Kali had less power now or more and was busy?  Any chance she just went off and got herself killed?  Shockingly Misery realized he didn’t want Kali dead.  He didn’t like her but they had an agreement of sorts in tolerance and working together if absolutely necessary.

Misery barely knew Ghoul.  The kid had been a tiny worthless pup when Misery had left.  Had he grown any better since then?  Mom got a tolerant smile from Misery at the kiss.  Men don’t gush all over their moms when they see each other but behind the tolerance, there was more warmth for his mom than any other wolf.  He did possibly surprise her with a quick lick back at her cheek.  Mom would always be fun, Wendigo was great for a good time and Mac had a good purpose.  That was the end of wolves he had any true measure of long-term interest in.  Mom had his love in a rocky sort of way.

“Hi mom,”  Misery glanced to Ghoul, giving a nod.  “Ghoul.” The boy’s name kept neutral since Misery wasn’t sure what his presence meant just yet.  Looking back to Recluse, “I’m sure you heard by now.  Abaven is gone.”   The pack itself hadn’t been worth much in Misery’s mind but it was still amazing how quickly it had failed.  The leader had seemed unwell and then simply left with no explanation.  Misery wasn’t sure if she’d prefer to go back to the den and get comfy before he shared more or just lie down and rest.  Whichever.

"Misery"