Pens And Needles
Revenge, he realized, wasn’t something to be savored. It was something indeed cold and tasteless... Something as bitter as defeat. For one only went for revenge after losing something dear. It didn’t bring that something back... So why had he...?
Cy shook his head, coming to a stop by pack borders. Were it not for the strong, familiar scent of the alpha he might have ignored the place completely. But... The scent belonged to Rivaxorus II. His son. He sighed. How long had it been since he’d seen them...? Since he lost ‘ponine’s trail. He closed his eyes. Perhaps... Perhaps she’d found them too. At least then he’d know she could be safe. Tilting his head back he called for Riv, and any of the other children that might have made it here. He had to know...