Archer Valle

Come morning, it would be two weeks since Andy's death and nearly a month since Kateri's. Every time he thought of his beloved there was the sting of abandonment - he'd given up his family for her, and she'd left him. Just like his ma left them. Their child had been sick and she'd left and he'd died and if she'd been here, if they'd both been taking care of Andy, then he would still be here. They could have pulled him through this if only she'd been here.

He had to shake it off, every time. I won't be him, I won't be him," he chanted to himself. He wouldn't let his beloved's disappearance crack him, and he wouldn't let the grief of losing his child break him. Not like Viorel had. Archer was going to be an adult now. He was going to take care of his surviving child.

Archer chose to believe Kateri had gone to look for medicine. She hadn't told him because she hadn't been planning on being gone long. If she was close, he would have found her. Maybe she went up the mountain to see her mom, to get advice. Then why hadn't she come back, or told him where she was going? She would have taken their children with her at the very least, or told Archer she would be gone. Maybe she'd been in a hurry and couldn't find him? But why hadn't she come back? Something probably happened to her. She was hurt and couldn't come back.

So, Archer would go to her. It was the only place he could think that she would have gone. It wasn't close, and it would be a hard journey for Ally, but she was going to have to grow stronger anyway. A life without a pack was going to be a hard one. They both needed to grow stronger, and they'd stayed here long enough. It was time to leave the grief behind them and go in search of Kateri.

"Ally," Archer called softly, not far from their den. He wasn't sure where she was, but hopefully she wasn't far. "It's time to go."

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Usually his daughter was quick to respond to him. She usually didn't go far from him - not these past two weeks. Or perhaps it was Archer himself who didn't go far from her, and she simply didn't ask him for space. He was just worried. His first foray into parenthood had not gone the way he'd expected, and Viorel's words, "when you fail" seemed stuck in his mind. The certainty that the young man would fail as a father still stung, still added fire to the anger that seared him when he thought of his birthplace.

So he didn't. He turned his mind back to Ally. Perhaps she wasn't coming because she wasn't ready to leave. His ears pricked when he heard a twig crack. They hadn't had trouble here, nor visitors, so Archer assumed it must be her.

He wandered toward the shore, rounding the foliage and froze.

Archer blinked, hard. He had to be imagining things. That was not his littermate standing before him, here at the lake, days away from the Backwater where they'd said... well, Eros hadn't really said goodbye, had he? His final screamed, Fuck you! still rang in Archer's ears. Why was he here? Had Viorel sent him to take Ally from him? Out of those with whom he shared blood, Eros was the one he wanted to fight the least. Maybe that's why Viorel had chosen him.

A thousand cutting words rose to Archer's tongue, a thousand angry things to hurl at his littermate, even though there was nothing he could say that would hurt him as badly as Archer himself was hurting. He wanted to rage, he wanted to fight, but... but he didn't.

So Archer stood frozen in place, legs stiff and fur half-raised in indecision and worry, ready to scream for Ally to run and leap into her defense or simply fall into a defensive stance, and stared at Eros with wide eyes as he waited for him to make the first move.

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The silence stretched on as each boy did nothing, the sound of Archer's heart beating slowly growing louder. His mind raced. The air was still today; maybe that was why he hadn't scented his brother approaching. He was focused on preparing to leave, and that was why he hadn't heard the paw steps despite the quiet. So many things. Why was he here? How did he find him? Archer steeled himself against whatever poison was going to be laid upon him now, all but flinching when Eros opened his mouth, only for it to be a question. An accusing question, but a question that took Archer off guard.

He blinked again, his posture slowly relaxing despite himself. "They killed our sister," he said, voice hard but like his brother, not as aggressive as he'd been going for. A dozen questions danced on his tongue, and a dozen more accusations of his own to hurl. He kept them locked behind his teeth - for now.

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Things were brittle, but they were... calm. As Eros relaxed, so did Archer, his fur finally starting to lie flat. He no longer felt he needed to be prepared to run, but he did keep one ear cocked back to listen for his daughter. If Eros was going to be... cordial, at least, then Archer might be comfortable introducing @Ally to her uncle.

Eros's gaze slid past him and Archer glanced back, wondering if his daughter had arrived at his thoughts, but all he could see were the gentle waters. He looked back at his brother and shrugged. "She was pregnant. We needed someplace fast, and it's sheltered, has food, and close access to water." All were good reasons to stay... but there was just too much heartache here. Archer hesitated, gaze flashing to the small mount not far from where they stood where Andy lay. He didn't owe Eros any answers, didn't owe him anything, and he briefly considered turning away and ending the conversation there, or demanding answers of his own, but this seemed to be a truce and as angry as he was... Archer missed his brother.

He missed him. They'd talked about leaving the Backwater and starting their own pack, once. Archer hadn't wanted to, but he would have followed his older littermate anywhere. How times changed... and it hurt. So Archer would let this interaction continue as long as Eros continued playing nice. "...How did you know we weren't at the Cove?" he asked, voice perhaps a touch cautious but not angry or accusing.

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Archer was trying not to stare at his brother. He didn't want set him off, and each time he felt their gaze might meet for more than a moment the younger boy's gaze flicked away again. He was just keeping an eye out for his daughter, just watching to see if someone else from the Backwater was sneaking up on him - and then Archer felt guilty for his suspicion, his excuses. Eros wouldn't do that to him, right? Already they were walking on ice - Eros would lure him into a trap and distract him while somebody else snatched Ally from him and ruin any chance of reconciliation, would he?

Archer knew he'd burned the bridges with Viorel. There was no repairing that, and he didn't want to. But Eros? Archer was still confused about where his littermate's wrath had come from. And, as he'd been so focused on... he missed his brother.

Archer's eyes narrowed at the flippant response, swallowing back back a biting, who doesn't care now? But it wouldn't do anything to help. It would only set fire to this already dry situation. He thought about lying, he thought about not answering, he thought about falling back on that same biting remark... but he couldn't. Even though the last time he'd gone to his brother for support, for affection, for reassurance, for something, he'd been yelled and cussed at instead...

His shoulders slumped, the weight of his grief winning out over his defenses. Ally wasn't here to see, and Archer never really could say no to Eros anyway. "Kateri is gone, and my son is dead."