Reminiscing

As Basilisk reluctantly submitted to his father, he felt the older wolf press his crown against his own. The larger wolf let out a soft, pained sigh. A gush of air that brushed through the cool night. His cheek was ripped open, and bleed freely. He could feel the wound pulling any time his expression subtly shifted. Thewounds on his back were lesser, or at least more easily ignored.

“I don’t hate you” He whispered, his voice started out as a quiet thing. But it grew to a normal volume as he continued. “That would be easier, I think.” He didn’t look at his father. He didn’t want to know what he would see there. What pride Azure put before his family. ”I hate that you're not remorseful. That you don’t regret it. That you left when I needed you.” He had just been a child, who had barely stepped into the responsibilities of heir. Who was still learning who he was, when his father had vanished without a trace.

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