There's a hunger gripping my bones | return

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”family, hm, should stick together” another voice adds,

He berates himself because clearly this isn’t - this isn’t his drama to get stuck into when he’d stumbled across them - he didn’t even know Aurum yet and the other, V, was a stranger - but the hellfire coloured wolf can’t help but think of his own family and how tight knit they’d been,

And how, if he had the option, he’d wish for them to be here with him

He’d never get that now, gone as they were - dust and echoes in the stars,

Only his father remained in the Typhoon - a clan they thankfully were on good terms with.

Fenris shifted on his feet - almost bracing to simply walk away should his words ignite onflict, but the wolf felt far older than he looked in that moment - he’d seen too many families, his own included, shatter and break before the tides of conflict without, within and in war, he’d like to think that bridges were not always as burnt as they appeared.