ardent

We Forgot About It All



Caeto

Loner

age
6 Years
gender
Male
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Large
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02-09-2015, 01:02 PM

Caeto would smile back at his mother, a tiny little grin but still his best. He was glad to see his mother as much as possible, and was extra glad that she felt the same. But as she could clearly see, he was in no danger, he had no harm. He was just out and about and decided it was a good time to see if his mother was around.

He was taken back to the names of his two older siblings, actually pulling his neck up in disbelief, their names feeling foreign to him now. "Wow, really?" He wasn't really aware that his mother's voice had a sad tone to his brother's name, but just the fact that it was used was overwhelming to him.

And then his mother had spoken something else that he never thought would be true again. She had a pack again, and she wanted her children to come have their home back with her. He too, at one point, had that desire to sit on a throne and rule his pack after his parents went, but he no longer felt that any longer. She just wanted to have her family back and he was feeling the same.

"I would love to come live with you and my siblings once again." He was really excited to be with his older brother and sister again too. "I just..." He would look backwards toward the way he came, Arcanum. "I would have to ask to leave Arcanum." He would turn back to face his mother again.

He wasn't sure how Cat would react if he asked to leave, but this was family. She could take whatever she wanted from him if it meant she would let him leave. This may have been his way out, maybe she would understand and let him leave. He could never read that woman...

"Could you meet me back here in a few days so that we could go home together?" A grin placed itself back on his maw. If he didn't come back in a few days... well, he was probably a prisoner. Or dead... But if he was here, he could be in horrible shape without an eye or a tail or something. If there was a truly a miracle, a miracle in his mind, he would be here without a single scratch. And everyone would be happy.

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