Breathe

The titan stood in place for several long moments, trying to wrap his mind around the fact that his eldest son had a pack. He remembered spending time with his eldest son back on the island. He remembered their first meeting, when he discovered that Valentine was his son from Cataleya. Sadly by the time he'd met his son, the giant had lost his vision to the pale king, so he never did know just what his son looked like, but he could only assume that he was handsome as any boy he would ever have. They were faint memories, having gone fuzzy with the length of time that he'd spent away from the boy, but to think that his son was now ruling a pack? How did that come to happen? How long had he been in power? He could only hope that his son wouldn't suffer a terrible fate at the paws of his grandsire. Did Isardis even know Valentine was at the head of a pack?


He sincerely hoped not. If the ice king knew that one of Taurig's offspring was ruling a pack, who knew what he'd try to do. Alas he would never know. Deciding he'd spent enough time away from Sibelle's pack, the brute turned to head back in the direction he came before a voice stopped him cold in his tracks. You! A chill ran down his spine, ice filling his veins. Valentine was here. He would turn back in the direction of his son's voice, milky eyes turning towards the direction of the charging paw steps. How dare you show your face here? The voice of a fully grown reached Taurig's ear, sounding much like his own as he questioned his reason for being here. You're not the only one who calls this land home. He answered truthfully, careful to avoid addressing Valentine as his son. If Maija had moved on during his absence, who was to say that his son hadn't renounced the blind warrior as his father?


"Burn Baby Burn"