Sleepy Fox Hollow Rockabye [m]

Tatsuya would have laughed at the multiple families 'home' manifestly implies. In a way, he did have multiple families. Three to be precise, one of them disowned. About as disowned as one can get by word alone. Semantics. It did not matter at present. Would hopefully never matter for the rest of days.
INDENT“Family, huh?” The wolverine had one of those. Now that had been a band. They migrated wherever quarry was plenteous and land luxuriant. Not an easy life, that one. “A pack, yeah. We were recently forced from our home.” Hence the band term. It felt like a disorderly, ragtag gathering rather than anything official. Their displacement from the Spine was jarring to the Epsilon. More than Tatsuya would ever openly admit. “All that was left behind was ash and stone. Maybe some charred corpses.” Preferably not, but when have these situations ever been kind? The wolverine's pessimism was well-founded. Scarce anything can compare to the despair one feels in watching their residence go up in wrathful flames. It haunts him still. Will haunt him till he no longer draws breath.
INDENT“I daresay you and yours fared better than we did.” Presumptuous. The many aromas Blackfeather Woods sheltered could be the remnants of wraiths for all he knew.