I Am Titanium

It was certainly easy to find things to keep oneself busy around a pack and that’s exactly what Dorian had been doing since the death of his father. If he kept himself busy then he wouldn’t be able to focus too deeply on the gap his father had left. He made sure there was always a project to work on, a patrol to do, or something to go out and gather. He worked from the moment he woke up until he was finally tired enough to fall right to sleep. That had kept the worst of his emotions and worries at bay so far, but he was also self aware enough to know what he was avoiding and how it was unhealthy to do so. Still, being busy and tired felt better than grieving and wallowing.

He was on one such patrol when he heard his sister’s howl. He immediately stopped and listened, taking in the tone of her voice. Once he was certain that the call didn’t sound panicked or fearful, he sighed softly, the slight tension falling back away from his shoulders. He glanced down the path he had been following, wondering if he should finish his patrol and catch up with Haydee later, but he ultimately decided he better go see what she needed now so he turned and made his way toward the center point of their territory. He found Haydee and Lucette waiting and he gave both of his sisters a small smile before asking Haydee, “What’s going on?”

"Dorian"