Greatwater Lake Tricky trickster pulling tricks

The young Svartell had been expecting instant rejection, for his intentions had been ill since his early days and now to hear he was residing in the pack that had indeed once caused so many issues for his family, surely his father would have cast him away. But he did not. In another circumstance, perhaps he would not have listened - would not have cared, but this was his history. Primarily his father's, but if not for these events it was likely he would not even be on this world. So the Reaper lowered himself onto his haunches, ashen ears slanted forward as he waited and listened and took in this information he had been too young to ever know.

At the time, when Aries had arrogantly drawn blood from the wolfess he had so despised, he had been scolded. Told sternly he must learn his place and that to do what he did to a packmate (much less one higher in status) was wrong, unethical, yet here his father was praising him and claiming that he had been proud of the boy for his actions. It was almost funny. "Cassiopeia did not wish to see me again after her discovery of my pledge to Blackfeather." It was not an inquiry, simply a statement - for the dark coated girl seemed to be disgusted with him. She did not like the beast inside of his chest - was it her lack of inner darkness that caused her to not understand?

After the older man had finished his tale, Aries remained silent for a moment. So his father had been one to reside temporarily in the Woods? In turn, had it been almost fate that he might too end up there one day? For it that had been the case, it was true. He was one of them. A monster, perhaps, but weren't they all? Not everyone was perfect, him much less so. The mention of his birth, alongside his littermates, had his icy eyes sparkle with slight curiousity. "So Sirius was there." He muttered, mostly to himself - he had known the reasons for the boy to be left behind, but not the location. Teaghlaigh. Was that place still around?

"The Svartell family men always have this darkness that plagues them like a shadow." Did this mean he was destined to contain this thing inside him, even from birth? It was true he knew nothing different, only that he was not like most. His father mentioned their differences when it came to the form of which their darkness came to them, and Aries' seemed rather more severe. While Dakarai may be prone to foolish desicions, the Reaper himself was a beast. He was the beast inside himself. And he knew this. "I have done bad things, father." Not that he cared, but he threw it out as an afterthought, head tilting ever so slightly.

He gave a slight nod in silent acceptance of his father's words. His father did not turn him away. A quiet air settled between them for a few heartbeats, until a question sprung to mind. "You do not smell of Moonspear anymore. Did you leave?"