Earned in Blood

Bane took shaky steps as he paced the bottom of his hill. He should get it over with, come clean. But no, it wasn't the bodily harm that would come from this or the fact that he might be exiled. What would happen to Tahlia, or his pups? What would happen if he went through with this? Would they be punished too? They shouldn't for they didn't have part in it, but still, what if they were exhaled too? Tahlia would have to look after three pups all by herself, feed them, teach them, watch after them. This had been gnawing at his body like an old wound, and perhaps it was, ever since he saw his son playing with his Tahlia born he could hardly sleep. It was all wrong, he didn't know, he didn't mean to do it.

With gasp of pent up nervousness, Bane took off for a place away from his den and away from his family. Loccain, Loccain was going to ask Alena about his story he'd told the Seracian healer. The day his Tahlia gave birth to two wonderful pups, the third was inquired about when the healer had seen him. He didn't tell all of it, when Loccain had asked, he never said how he took his child. Nako was taken unconscious and bleeding from his family, Bane being bitter at the fact that Alena would've probably tried to keep them all for herself. But Bane deserved a pup. He had already lost five. The elder Seracian knew he had to come clean to the one he respected and feared. With a nervous tilt of his muzzle, Bane called for Maverick and squeezed his eyes shut, a tear falling and blending into the snow.