Echoes of the Blood
Juggernaut
Professor
Yesterday, 08:44 PM
Aresenn loped across the trampled grasses of the battlefield, his russet fur rippling over taut muscles. The scent of blood and fear still hung heavy in the air, but the fighting had ceased. His packmates milled about, tending to the wounded and regrouping. But Aresenn only had eyes for one wolf - the powerful crimson brute standing at the far edge of the clearing.
His father.
It had been seasons upon seasons since Aresenn last laid eyes on Ignis Praetor. Not since Aresenn had still been a kid. Apart of a band lead by Sephiran- yet to take root in a territory. Now, he a beta. With a mate, and kids- almost yearlings. Not that he had ever been close to his father, he didn’t hold any hostility for the man. And well, perhaps he’d like to meet his grandkids.
A tangle of emotions gripped Aresenn's chest as he approached - uncertainty, resentment, a desperate yearning for acknowledgment he'd never admit aloud. His pace slowed as he drew near, muscles coiling with tension beneath his pelt. "Dad," he rumbled, the name unfamiliar on his tongue after so long. "I didn't expect to see you here." His eyes, hard as flint, raked over his father's form, seeking any sign of the seasons that had passed since their last encounter.
"Aresenn Praetor"
His father.
It had been seasons upon seasons since Aresenn last laid eyes on Ignis Praetor. Not since Aresenn had still been a kid. Apart of a band lead by Sephiran- yet to take root in a territory. Now, he a beta. With a mate, and kids- almost yearlings. Not that he had ever been close to his father, he didn’t hold any hostility for the man. And well, perhaps he’d like to meet his grandkids.
A tangle of emotions gripped Aresenn's chest as he approached - uncertainty, resentment, a desperate yearning for acknowledgment he'd never admit aloud. His pace slowed as he drew near, muscles coiling with tension beneath his pelt. "Dad," he rumbled, the name unfamiliar on his tongue after so long. "I didn't expect to see you here." His eyes, hard as flint, raked over his father's form, seeking any sign of the seasons that had passed since their last encounter.
