It's never the same

He cleared his throat, a little embarrassed at having talked so much. There was a lot of history in the Armada, and he had condensed it down to its barest form. It didn’t really do it justice, but it gave her a basic foundation for what the pack was. Instead of being amused - the pack was those they loved, when betrayal had recently struck him - she called it a sweet story. “Yeah, I think that's part of why Sirius stepped down instead of remaining leader until he died. His reason for the pack…” He shrugged. He respected Sirius, even if he did feel he hadn’t gotten the same chance to learn the ropes alongside him as Azure did.

He was too distracted to notice when Ignita fumbled her charcoal. The first time, or the second. He was feeling a little wistful, wondering if his and Hazel’s love would be big enough to move mountains like his Grandfathers. His own fathers love of Hana had seemed more conditional.

He sighed, turning back to Ignita, and tilted his head to the side in puzzlement. “Hey… hey” He said, crouching in front of her. He tucked a paw under her chin and forced it upright, using the other paw to wipe away a tear. “What is it?” The story hadn’t been that touching, had it?