What is a legacy

Art murred happily and gave little delighted grumbles as he relished Briar's tender affections, the affectionate lick over the end of his nose and her warmth draped across him while she clung to his body and he to hers in their afterglow cuddles. He loved any time he got to spend with his mate, but being entangled together after a bout of passion to unwind at the end of their days was by far one of his favorite ways. She chided him teasingly, earning her a playful smile from the titanic blue wolf, his tail gently beating against the bed in a slow frisky wag. Yeah he knew, but he just liked when she teased him for asking anyway. Shifting his weight slightly to better lay Briar across his chest so they could both rest more comfortably and he could gaze down into those beautiful turquoise eyes that had stolen his heart years ago, he released all the thoughts pent up inside his mind.

"I keep thinking to myself... what happens if I die? What happens to you, to the kids, to our family? What happens to the Hallows?" Artorias paused to take a slow breath, staring back up at the ceiling and into nothingness as he shared all of his worry and fears with his mate. "I've imagined death so much all my life, ever since my mother's death, but I've never given it any serious consideration... until now. With everything going on, the challenges for packs, dynasties falling, families getting slaughtered in their own homes... it worries me. It worries me that I won't be able to protect all of you, and if I can't, what happens next? Does our family and our legacy end? Does the Hallows simply cease to be?"

Artorias took another deep breath, turning his gaze back down to Briar's once more. "I know what I can do, but I don't know how I can do it. I've put off naming an heir for so long... What if I end up deeply hurting our children by not choosing them? How can I ever choose between them? It feels like I'm picking favorites and I can't do that. So what am I supposed to do?"

"Artorias & Briar" | "Carpathian"