Silver Creek Brother In Arms

the days without the girls were empty. Casmir knew that it would only be a short while before he could sire his own, but shied away from the thought. it was a horrible, empty reminder of Indra and Laurel, who the Mayfair believed he would never see again. the days of grief and anger had hardened the boy, so that his face wore an unwelcoming and cold expression by default now -- gone was the rambuctious boy. 

in its stead was a yearling close to full maturity, his height attained and musculature developed beneath his dark coat. a confidence born of anger guided his steps, and Cas wore an aura of ice, so that he was at once both unwelcoming and rigid upon first glance. 

but it was with a softening that he chuffed, approaching Heston and moving to the man's side. "hey," the Gamma muttered, not really wanting to talk but realizing he'd been dying for company anyway.