Blackfeather Woods We survived a week in the Brotherhood!

Ah how nice it was to be alive... Such a pile of bullshit!

Life for little Pyro was hell. Well, actually it was Vasaggo who brought hell upon him, treating him like a lifeless stump in the ground and using him like a ladder to get to the best teats... That without taking into account that pretty much everything around him was falling to pieces because of his sole conception... Some kids are born to break families apart, and Vasaggo and Pyro were those kids.

The Impish pup did not cry when his brother crawled over him. He would not give him the satisfaction, no. Instead, the small one stayed calm and awaited his milk-producer saviour to come rescue him. Pyro had noticed that she, omnipotent, often dealt with his problems quite easily, and this time she had done so quickly, giving him plenty of space to feed on a teat dedicated just for himself. That was victory.