Trapped in the snare

Strai remembered that. He’d barely just landed on Boreas, and had seen his parents die. He’d been pissed off, and then there was this little wolf that wanted to follow him around. “Yeah, I remember. This pain in the ass kid insisted on playing with me.” But he’d had no one to worry about but himself. It was attachments that were scary, and a part of why he had tried so hard not to make any. But Spider was a wolf that wove their way into your heart, no matter what you did. Delphi, too. Maybe he just had a thing for persistent, annoying wolves. Delphi had certainly gotten under his skin a time or thirty.

Spider had more to say, more to apologise for. It seemed like they thought they would need to apologise for that forever. “If things were different…” He shook his head, he didn’t need to go down that route. “I appreciate you, Spider. I know I don’t always show it. You have nothing to apologise for.”

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