Carnival Of Rust

He looked at her, almost...confused. Were these unreasonable demands? Was he supposed to feel like he was being torn from freedom? He canted his head slightly, still looking at the silver queen "And...?" He asked. Almost brazenly so. If anything he felt offended that she expected him to sit on his laurels in a pack, one destined for war of all things. Neo knew that when the pups were born he'd be a fighter first and a father second, a warrior in all his affairs. What he was destined to be. What Cairo held him back from being. And when his pup's eyes opened he'd begin grooming them for the battlefield.
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