Remembering Who We Are

His son was home, was standing upon the territory they had taken for themselves. Russets met brilliant cyan as he gazed down at the boy. A smile pushed across red features as the boy spoke and he nodded. It was a gift, perhaps a sign the fates were changing in his favor, a child taken from him returned to his side. “She’s doing well, but I imagine she’ll be even better when she sees you again.” He gazed out past the border towards the estuary where the pack thrived. “We’ve both missed you very much.” He watched the boy again then took a slight step forwards. “Shall we?”

 
 
 


Speech,