Aleksei, for all his princely teachings, was lacking in social experience. It was hard to open up to strangers, especially when he loathed himself so much. It was even more difficult to let others into his personal space, even breach it. Before he had fallen before Lachesis, curled up against him and wept like he was a puppy again, when was the last time he had been touched? What a sad, sad revelation—he couldn't remember.
At Inna's words, Aleksei treated his dark furred sibling a rare sight these days; a smile, and a genuine. He mostly spent his time trudging around, perpetually frowning, as if a stick had decided his backside was prime real estate and lodged itself well and firmly up there to hibernate for winter. Inna was a lucky girl! Or, perhaps, she was just reassuring and charming enough to warm up the otherwise cold Aleksei.
A lot has changed, she said. In more ways than one, he thought. He hummed thoughtfully, glancing around them at the towering redwood trees. Yeah, this was still Hearthwood River, and it was still Kingsfall, but the energy was all different. Not that he believed in that sort of crap, mind you—it was just a quiet, melancholy sort of atmosphere that was impossible to not pick up on. Like a dead patch in an otherwise thriving, living forest. “Things never stay the same forever,” he finally offered in response, “and this too will change. For better or for worse. We just have to … pull our weight. We can fix things.” I can fix things. “But, before that happens, I. Ah, I have one more wolf to speak with.”
Aleksei paused, sucked in a deep breath. “I have to speak to our mother. When she gets back.”
Whispering leaves & pointing branches will tell them where I'm lying