Call Me Spacewalker

*Mithras*

Mithras decided at last, after long and careful consideration, that the gods truly hated him. It was obvious! Why else would they put a kind, gentle soul like him through such trials? Losing his siblings, breaking his back to find them, worrying needlessly, being a part of the same litter as Caia... It was simply too much to bear.

Where his sister had come from, he didn't really know. All of the sudden she was there and she was hurting him. He barely got any warning at all, barely the start of her tongue lashing, before she was raining blows down upon him. "Caia!" he yelped, partially in surprise in relief but mostly in protest. Something about being righteously reprimanded reduced the giant back to a pup, and he felt the need to whimper and whine, "Caia, no, I'm sorry, I- Ouch! I just found- Oof!" Talking sense into her definitely wasn't going to happen. She rammed her paws into his ribcage and sent him flying sideways, four giant paws splaying out from underneath him. He hit the ground with a thud, wind leaving his lungs in one giant whoosh. His furious sister turned on Faria next, but Mithras knew better than to let his guard down. He scrambled back to his feet, wheezing, and skittered a few feet away from the scary shewolf.

Faria's excuse was a little bit pitiful, if only because she was clearly sorry and scared (and so much smaller than either of them.) Of course, that didn't make it hurt any less. She'd made a friend and just... decided to stay? Mithras had been wintering down south because he hadn't had any other choice. Without the Diamáchi, he probably would have died! It was hard for him to be angry with Ria, he wasn't, but the confusion swirled around in his chest. "Who's this 'Steel' guy?" he asked, tone a smidgen more petulant than he would have wished. "Where is he now?" Mithras turned back to Caia and said, "I was down south too, but I was sick. This group of wolves took me in, though, they helped me." He wanted to take his girls south to meet them, but maybe that would be a conversation for another day. For now, he had to make absolutely certain his sister's killing rage had passed...

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