Mama, I failed... [fam]
12-19-2014, 10:37 AM
Her son's absence had not gone unnoticed. She knew her boys were growing oh so quickly and wasn't surprised that they had begun to wander past the pack borders. She herself had done just that when she was their age. As long as they came home at night she would let them have their adventures. As much as she hated to admit it, the more they were away from the den the more relief it gave her. She loved them with every fiber of her being, but each of them reminded her of Verux and thinking of him only caused her pain now. She had let herself love him, had his children, and he had left. As she walked through the Bevroren - no - Regium territory she tried her best to keep him from her thoughts and simply let herself enjoy the cool winter air, hoping a walk would help clear her head. But of course not even a walk in her life could go without some form of drama. The cold winter breeze brought Vitus's scent to her nose, along with Talvi's and the faint, all too familiar scent of dried blood. Her ears immediately flicked back against her skull with worry and she turned to rush toward her son, all sorts of worries and scenarios flashing through her head. She found them a few short moments later, seeing Vitus with some sort of wound and Talvi acting as the good, worried aunt she was. Athena quickly went to her silent son's side, peering at what looked to be some sort of battle wound. It didn't seem to be too terribly deep or dangerous, but it certainly didn't look comfortable either. She sighed and gave him a small, reassuring smile. What trouble have you gotten yourself into now, my boy?" she asked, though she didn't entirely expect an answer. Vitus had yet to utter a word, a complete opposite from his brother Tiburtius that she couldn't get to be quiet. She leaned down and started gently lapping some of the dried blood from his fur and face. She avoided cleaning the wound itself, leaving that task for Amalia. knowing that was better suited for a healer. She couldn't just let her little warrior walk around with blood in his face though. Speech Thought |
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