[ A twist of a smile is often the only approval he will win from her, and it is enough. Her approval and her excitement, her appetite for wolf's blood just as whetted as his own. They would pay, all of them, and as tended to happen with the lions' enemies, there would be nothing left, not even bones for the other northern beasts to mourn. The two of them would rule the tundras as they ruled the coast; there is, for his vengeful tastes, nothing they cannot seize, nothing they cannot sink their teeth into and shred. They will begin with the wolves. Perhaps he can keep the wolf boy as a captive for a while, first. A lesson in chastening.
He steals another glance at her before he returns his focus again to the chunks of iron that he can vent his flaming energy against. A snort for the truth she answers him with: of course none of their children took his absence hard. Why should they be troubled by their uncle's misfortunes in war? He will take this to indicate their devout faith in him: he could not have made a misstep on the battlefield. It was someone else's doing, someone else's fault that he had been captured. And why should they believe that something like temporary imprisonment would stop him? He would return, as he always had. They did not need to worry for him when they always trusted him to come home again.
They wouldn't mourn their father when they never know him to be their father. A thought that gives him pause, and makes him wonder if this is even what they're speaking of. He shifts another glance her way, the sort that has always come naturally to the territorial beast he is. ]
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He steals another glance at her before he returns his focus again to the chunks of iron that he can vent his flaming energy against. A snort for the truth she answers him with: of course none of their children took his absence hard. Why should they be troubled by their uncle's misfortunes in war? He will take this to indicate their devout faith in him: he could not have made a misstep on the battlefield. It was someone else's doing, someone else's fault that he had been captured. And why should they believe that something like temporary imprisonment would stop him? He would return, as he always had. They did not need to worry for him when they always trusted him to come home again.
They wouldn't mourn their father when they never know him to be their father. A thought that gives him pause, and makes him wonder if this is even what they're speaking of. He shifts another glance her way, the sort that has always come naturally to the territorial beast he is. ]
They didn't take what hard? Me or him?