Growing up, taking responsibility

The call from Charlie was a pleasant distraction, and he pulled away from his patrol in the woods to answer it. He left Bast in his place, so there would be no hole’s in the Armada’s route. Turning inward as he trotted towards the Col, and his pale son.

He found him in the Col’s grass and sucked in a breath. The yearling he had become was almost as tall as his dead, with much of his mothers colorings. He schooled his expression into a smile before the boy could see him, and closed the distance between them. “Charlie, you called?” He asked softly. He reached out a paw and brought the other wolf into an embrace.


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