A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do

Mojito · Updated 04/30/23:

It felt... Wrong. This was not the armada he knew anymore, the lands had changed and he had no way of knowing how much the wolves had changed. He idly wondered who's replaced him, he'd not had much contact with the other healers in the pack and so had no way of knowing who even qualified... He knew well enough that Sirius did not give up his wolves easily and Mojito was asking for more than he had any right to, the Warlord had already let him go to be with his daughter, he had no real right to ask for another wolf. Still, he couldn't help but hope that whatever affection Sirius' had felt for him was enough to at least grant him some leeway. Of course, Mojito had no way of knowing that Sirius wasn't the warlord anymore, wasn't even here right now having taken his family down to Auster.

So when he stopped at the all too familiar scent line he called for the warlord, not knowing he would get a very different man from the one he'd grown to respect as a young man. He did not call for Nao, not because he did not want to see the man, he very much did, but because he did not want to have to face the man if he failed, did not want him to see if Mojito was forced to fight and lost... He was scared of disappointing him. Mojito was conflicted, the Armada was the only place he'd ever felt at home but in the weeks since he'd last spoken to Nao he'd been forced to think about if he could ever seriously return there... He wasn't sure he could, he would not be who he was when he'd left, and everywhere he'd look would be the ghosts of the once love of his life and his daughter. He needed a fresh cut, and that hurt too in its own way, because Mojito had nowhere really. His family were not family to him and he was scared of finding himself alone, but forever this time.

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A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do

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Mojito