Sex: Male@Hocus & @Rook for reference. Sven is loud enough to be heard by any Grizzly Hollow member.
Dated 10/7 - Cloud cover intensifying, deep night.
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Intentionally set before the altercation with Morganna in which Piety loses her ear (for Sven's sake). If there are any issues, please let me know so we can work them out!
Tears stung his ghostly eyes, demanding release, but the boy would not allow them their freedom. Emotions boiled beneath his skin, tangled and complicated and painful, and he struggled to keep them bridled, to hold them within. His paws struck the ground faster than they ever had before, his heart beating recklessly against his ribs as he strove to return to the Cedarwood Forest as swiftly as wolfly possible. To be reunited with his mother.
Skoll had wanted him to give up, his father forsaking his mother even though her rescue lay so neatly, so perfectly within their paws. When the elder Archer had claimed to have given up searching for the Santoro heiress, Sven thought that it was a mistruth, perhaps his father's twisted way of protecting him from something so dangerous as hope. Yet now it had been proven, such words had been nothing by ice shards of truth. Skoll had abandoned his mate, Sven's mother. His son would not follow his mistake.
"Mother!" he roared as he crossed the forest's threshold. "Piety!!"
The pine needles grew thick underfoot, burning the sensitive paw pads he had inherited from his father, yet unlike his patriarch the boy would not be deterred. He continued to call, to scream, to demand her presence, alternating from her given name to the title that was not quite as endearing as it had been when youth had been much smaller. When she had been there for him. There was a nagging in his head, a small piece of him that agreed with Skoll; she had a lot to explain for. Yet the boy clung stubbornly to his faith in her. She would have a good answer, a good reason as to why she hadn't been there for him all of these months.
The faint scents of others began to pollute the air, and the boy was forced to pull up short, digging trenches within the littered forest floor as his momentum was swiftly halted. His pale eyes searched frantically ahead, certain that she would heed his summons. She would come to him, and she would say the words that would make everything okay again. She would erase the pain that had plagued him so thoroughly, infecting his heart like a vicious disease, and then she would return home with him. His father would see his error, would embrace them both, and they would be a family again.