There was a certain beauty behind the fight that was also seen as a horror. His eyes widened as he watched his mother face off against the strange woman. His aunt called him over and the young, dark boy obeyed her and listened to the excuse created that his mother had a 'score to settle'. He couldn't watch. He looked away, burying his face in his own side fur until his father called him over. He never should have left the den. He should have stayed with his sleeping father when he had the chance. He turned to the caring man and kept his face hidden from view. "Just make it stop, dad." The plea came out in a scared tone, matching that of his sister's in many ways. "Make them stop, dad." They were almost cries now.
