Arrow Lake Reunion

Artok saw his uncles lip curled in contempt and anger. It did nothing though to cool, his own anger and feeling of injustice. Artok would be perfectly okay with the fact of not father figure. He did not want one, especially not from one of the males in the pack. He did not trust any of them, especially not Kove. There was a wrongness about that male, a false something. However, Artok couldn't prove it, or even see completely what it was.

Artok shrugged, I am just not as happy as I once was Uncle. I just can't seem to get over it. I can't trust anyone, as I once did. It's impossible. ARtok's ears went to the back of his skull, when his uncle used his nickname, the nickname he gave to no one. That alone was his uncles name for him, and he would taint it with allowing it to come off of another's lips. He moved a little closer and settled to his haunches near his uncle, being sure to hold his one leg, further out.

Artok listened but didn't say anything. He did not know how many times since his injury. That he wished, that his life had been taken. That he had lain with his mother, and gone into the eternal abyss. He was not even a whole wolf anymore, broken and shattered. He could not make any attachments, he could not love, he did not trust anyone. What sort of existence was that. That Uncle Sin, makes two of us

Artok nodded his head, and dipped his muzzle towards the ground. He knew his uncle was not one for affection, and though he craved it. He did not touch his uncle, he just sat still and waited.