Redtail Rise Now we got bad blood

Mercury was all too eager, throwing in as much restless vigor that he could muster — which was a lot, if he used his anger, betrayal, and bitterness as fuel — into patrolling the borders as he could. He had so much pent up, repressed emotions and Gunnar's anger, their brother's fight that lingered between them, the stinging kiss of the wound the dark skylark's tank of a brother had inflicted upon him only making things worse. Mercury had trusted Gunnar to welcome him back, had trusted Gunnar to trust him but until they could come to terms with their mutual (huge) misunderstanding between the two of them it seemed that they were doomed to quarrel. Despite how desperately Mercury had tried to erase Ragnar from his life, there was an ache for the loss of the Viking, once thought to be immortal to him. It had been a silly, childish thing to think for very clearly Ragnar could bleed and die just like any of them. Mercury might not have been the Jarl's favorite but Ragnar had acted as a father in the absence of Crete. Crete hadn't known about them, Mercury had been told, of which the DiSarinno had no reason to not believe. His mother had a knack for keeping things to herself, especially if she thought it would hinder someone else. It was like masochism in a totally selfless way Mercury thought with a soft, affectionate snort. He might have been angry with her, felt betrayed by her he still loved her. 

Families were messy, but without them he would be alone in the world. Despite that currently Gunnar and him were like the meeting of a hammer to an anvil, the result letting lose a spray of sizzling sparks, he believed that things would cool off between them and that they would be able to put this behind them, that they would make up and be the best friends they had once been. Shaking his head once to dispel those thoughts, his attention became refocused upon his patrol, ears thrusting forth atop his skull as his steps slowed, the scent of his real alpha, Saena strong upon the air. Her form came into view shortly after he'd caught her scent, and the DiSarinno let out a soft chuff to announce his presence to her as his svelte, smoky black body closed some of the distance before he stopped, lowering his posture to one of subordination.