We need to talk

He wasn't left waiting long before the little form of his kid appeared. Trotting through the Col, the sunlight highlighting the faint stripes across their coat. When the younger wolf reached him, it was Spider who spoke first. He paused, thrown off his stride by Spider's unexpected bitterness. He called on the wolf for plenty of reasons. To hunt, to eat, to check in.


The last time they had spoken, they had been cordial with eachother. Had something changed? “Hey, Kiddo. Are you okay?” He asked softly. Shoving everything else to the side yo deal with later as he reached out a paw, offering Spider a hug but doing nothing to enforce it.