Like Father Like Son

It was nice to get away like Anais did after the recent loss of their parents. Time to mourn in solitude, finding during the past few weeks that the tears didn't come so easily now to the head male of the diminished family. A sorrow laced limbo had eventually replaced the more obvious signs of grief. Nako eyed his Talutah scar in reflection, eye catching the tip of a feather secured behind an ear. It was a wonder how feathers stayed on wolves, the withers of his neck holding the half dozen accessories in place surprisingly well. From his father. From his family's time at The Range. A pained scowl creasing his brow. Little Espirit was all that was left of his parents, besides his fathers carving antler.

A curious and clingy pup was left behind to be reared by his older siblings. Nako did his best to train the boy alongside Jakart and Kailos but it wasn't the same. He wasn't as patient as Bane. Not as concerned as Tahlia. A sigh left him as he crested the fjords cliff, just being able to see the top of mimosa tree where both of his parents lay on the other side of the fjord. Nako shook his pelt free of water and lay down, tail giving a slow wag.