Iron and Wine

*Kassander* · 01-02-2015, 05:39 PM

It was too good to be true.

The scent that reached him, fox and wolf commingled, was burned into his earliest memories, even before his eyes had opened on the sight of his mother and siblings. It had changed, somewhat, but it still sent tingles of recognition up Kassander's spine, raising the snowy fur like a crackle of electricity.

Raisa.

The young king's paws carried him with reluctant fascination toward the scent. It was too good to be true, for his mother to appear once again when he needed her most - she had come back before, only to give their heritage away to Katja and vanish again. Had abandoned them to Virgil's oh-so-loving hands. Had been nowhere to be found when Sindri was kidnapped by... whoever. Had not been there for them when Sigmarr had gone off to save her and never come back. She hadn't given Val the support she needed to hold the pack together.

So why was she suddenly here once again? For him? Not a chance... he'd never been that important to anyone.

"Mother?"

The soft word, more hesitant confirmation than question, slipped from his throat unbidden as he saw the flame-and-soot form of his mother. He hadn't meant to call her that - had meant only to call her Raisa. But memory was a powerful thing. The young Xanilov boy stood frozen with indecision, his fire and ice eyes locked upon her.

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