it's playing like a wreck

“Doesn't make sense to me either” he agreed softly. He had pointed out to his father how Sirius had reached what was likely one of his last years of age, but his father was determined to hold onto the anger that was keeping him away. Away from Sirius, away from the pack he had claimed was everything to him. Away from the last two children who had stayed, who had obeyed every order and danced to every tune to keep their father proud. No, there was no bitterness there. Right.

“Yes, but no” He muttered into Hazel’s coat. He needed to elaborate, he knew that. It was important. “I didn’t tell him about Azure, because he told me first that he’s retiring after this raid and handing the pack down to me. Us, really. And I was afraid… if the pack wasn’t tethering him here, if he didn’t have the responsibilities held over him, he’d hunt Azure down the moment he knew, and then we’d lose him. He’s so old Hazel, and I’d lose him. Or I'd lose Azure. I… can’t.” He wasn’t entirely sure who he would want to win that fight. Or… he didn’t want to say it outloud who he would rather have stay alive, knowing that truth would cost him Hazel. "...We need to talk about that, too." He'd just dropped a bomb shell on her after all.


"Speech"