Silvertip Mountain [m]Snuggled up

FitzDutiful just smiled when Zaria said she only took warmth, he wasn't really in the argumentative mood that would involve correcting her but he would have has she outwardly mentioned him being too good. That dark side definitely existed. Whether it was due to her influence, or all the trials he had been there, he didn't know. He just knew that now he cared a lot more for pack than he ever did for other wolves. He didn't care too much if they eat something stupid and died. That was their own fault for thinking life gave things for free.

It seemed she wanted nothing for the Dothran culture, so he let that conversation stopped and would have been happy with companionable silence save for Zaria turned the conversation onto him. Him and his history with women. A memory of Raissa returning and leaving again flared up. Their mother was dead as far as he was now concerned but Zaria would get the truth. He always wanted to be truthful with her and not hide things away.

"I have no mate." he said, venom spicing his words, "I thought I was in love with their mother, we came here to make a life for ourselves from the Redhawk Caldera pack. Then she left, just before the storm. I worried that maybe she had been killed but she returned and wanted back. She never answered me on where she had been and instead left. Again. She is dead to me now, for she left before the pups were truly weaned. They still needed her and they had no one but me. I tried, but I cannot stand in for the milk a mother can provide. Their life has been hard and they never had it easy."

He could go on and on, he could tell her of Raissa wanting to kill herself, of how he blamed her for his children's early birth into this world, of the three dead pups that were buried, but he didn't. He stopped abruptly, it was obvious there was more to be said but what good ever came of rubbing salt into a wound - even one that had partially healed?