[private] Please stay, for this fear it will not die; Daemron.

[Daemron]

He watches in dubious silence as his foal-mother unfurls and rises before him, impossibly small and as childlike as his twins. The prospect is an uncomfortable one, and a muscle jumps in the chestnut’s jaw while the glow of her gaze passes over him with vague familiarity. Her girlish brow wrinkles as if deep in thought, and from some yards away there is a rustling of underbrush. At the sound, Daemron’s eyes finally veer away from the disturbing child-version of Noori to see the creature she has summoned. For a moment, the small black form that emerges might have been mistaken for his nephew – yet the scent that hits his nostrils isn’t feline, belonging instead to a bedraggled wolf pup whom he’s never seen before. The whine that the dog emits is one of need; yet he turns at his name, at the accusation that slips from the tongue of a babe, at how it sounds exactly like the mother he’d come to resent. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he growls under his breath. If it weren’t for her obviously disordered state, Daemron might have unleashed a few more choice sentences he has dreamed up over the years – but as it was, he bites his tongue and swallows hard against the bitterness that resurfaces all too easily. After all, neglecting members of the pack had been her specialty, not his. His father, his brother and sister – everything had unravelled, and he has come to believe that it was because of her. As a boy, he had always suspected her of lies; though even as a man he has yet to learn the truth. (A pack unravelled from the start). “This one isn’t mine,” he responds in a cutting tone. The sound of her small voice slinging underhanded blame still rings in his ears, and he nearly snarls, “What the hell happened to you?” Curled in the grasses at their feet, the black pup whines again. Thoughtlessly he reaches for the young wolf’s consciousness – tells it to leave – but his command wars against his mother’s, and the creature yelps feebly, it’s body shaking with confusion. “Let him go,” he orders, his voice coming low from between clenched teeth. Despite the resentment he harbours like coals that smoulder blackly in his chest, Daemron knows what must be done – and he’d be damned if he had to take in two strays today. “We’re leaving.” Abruptly he turns, striding off through the ashen field, his mood as dark as the cloud of smoke that spews from the volcano behind him. When he doesn’t hear her following, he pauses to glower over his shoulder. “Now, mother.” daemron lost to the hunt as I was to you

@[Noori]