Choices need to be made

He let his eyes move back to Spider, watching the desperation in the yearling's eyes. Basilisk still struggled with the knowledge that he was an adult, that he was the responsible one, the one in charge. A childish part of him looked at Spider and thought how the yearling was desperate and upset at the idea of losing their new father, without thinking about how they were asking Basilisk to give up his own. He didn’t speak, he couldn’t yet. Too many emotions were washing through him, and he hated feeling emotional. Hated the loss of control that came with them.

He let out a frustrated breath, hating how Hazel sounded. She, who knew him so well. He had come to them to have a discussion as a family, and it seemed that doing so had painted a target on his back. “I’m asking you to make a decision with me, because I came to you as family. I opened this floor to discuss the idea, and you’ve both made your feelings abundantly clear. I didn’t come here to get attacked.” He growled, standing up. Forgetting for a moment just how much he towered over these two wolves in front of him. He was done playing the victim, with letting Hazel’s words land like little wounds in his flesh. “And you’ve instead taken it as a chance to air your grievances. Were done, find me when you feel you can have an actual pros and cons discussion, not an attack.” he snapped, turning his back on the two wolves. As if he could erase with that gesture the clear evidence of how much her words had hurt him. How he had come to them to tell them of his fathers return, to ask advice and have a discussion, and all they could do was see it as a chance to attack him. To hate him for the meet crime of asking.


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