Starglow Basin Asla Babana Dönüşme.

@Soto as requested

Often he found himself reflecting on the stories of his home. They were idle thoughts that came about during idle activities. He supposed they had become ingrained in his mind after the hundreds of times over his mother and father and told them to him or a sibling.

Details had been forgotten over the years, unimportant anecdotes mattered very little to him, but one had remained vivid for as long as he could remember. His father had told it with pure pride, his mother with what could only be love reflected in her eyes. Many pups heard the story of their parents romance, and Arslan found most to be boring. But that of his own parents was bloody, aggressive, it held his interest.

Before him and his siblings, his mother had a different husband and a different litter. Arslan could not imagine that she cared much for them, for when his father had come along and she pulled his attention, he slaughtered them without her batting an eye. His mother did not hesitate to leave them behind and go with him. Not out of fear she would tell him, but because he had proven his worth to her.

The story was short and barely romantic, but laid on the floor of his den chewing on the bones of a previous meal it ran through his mind. He wondered if rather than a story told to keep him and his brothers still and silent like the other's, it had been a lesson.

Destroy what is in the path of your desires.

he's mid-argument with the two squabbling idiots in his head when he sees the burnished copper of arslan's pelt.

both idiots shut up.

he'd been satisfied with how things had been left off with arslan. as far as he was concerned, the man understood the hierarchy - and he'd fulfilled the small task asked of him.

soto's left eye gleams. venga conmigo.

An all too welcome voice cuts through his thoughts of reflection. He can't help but smile, an interesting coincidence. He thinks so, at least. Arslan understands little of what he says, he does not care to know. It is not Soto's words that have pulled him in.

Licking his lips clean as he stared up, he soon stands. His assumption is that Soto wishes to go somewhere, for there is little reason for the other man to wish to stay in his den. Disappointing, but the truth often is.