Dead Empress Backwater the wheel never stops

for @Viorel only.

Eros didn't want to acknowledge the crawling approach of spring, but such was his role in the pack. He needed to anticipate and mitigate, and with his Ma in the state that she was, well... assumptions were not safe. They needed to make sure that their yearlings weren't dumped into the fire without warning, and at best there wouldn't be any surprises all around.

Hopefully at a moment when they both had the time for it, he tracked down his father's trail and barked softly to get his attention. Once caught up to the darker wolf's side, Eros would cut right to the chase.

"Hey, we need to talk about Tori and K..."

Of course, those two names together could mean a large number of different problems.

"'Bout how they'll be having their first Spring. Whether they know what that means."

(This post was last modified: Dec 08, 2024, 12:31 AM by Eros.)

The grandfather had been spending time with his youngest children, teaching a lesson on ice safety for about the thousandth time. He had ignored eyerolls and complaints that they knew never to trust the ice. He had told them countless times and would tell them countless more, and every time he would walk away with a heavy heart and a wish that maybe he could have changed things if he could have gone back and taught the lessons to the litters of his past.

Today was their lucky day and the lesson was cut short, glancing up to take in Eros’ serious expression he had dismissed them quickly with a smile as they scurried off. The happy expression faded quickly at the mention of Torianna and Khalon and was replaced with a weary sigh. He had been about to ask what they had done to each other now, or which pack member they had irritated with their constant bickering but Eros took it another direction.

Yellow eyes blinked in surprise, and Viorel pushed himself up into a seated position, ”I just figured Clover would…” But then he trailed off and realized the error of his ways, he couldn’t assume Clover would be doing anything at this point other than just surviving. Clearing his throat he said quietly, ”I will speak with them, and Ally?” She would also need the same discussion.

Eros' own ears eased back at Viorel's voice, gaze drifting askance. He hated what had become of his second mother. Once upon a time, she had seemed indomitable. Vayko's departure had proven that wrong with how thoroughly it had broken her spirit.

Even in that, he was finding a way to blame himself. No longer could he think of his 'uncle' without picturing @Leo's wound as well. If Vayko had been telling the truth, it was their fault that he was gone, and that @Clover's heart had been torn apart and their litter now fatherless.

"She might have. I just, don't want to assume."

It was certainly worth asking her first before approaching her children. Viorel had raised a litter with her, though; he should be the one having that conversation with Clover before her son, adopted or not.

"I'll talk to Ally. She's my responsibility."

Now.