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So she had remembered Miyako's off-hand mention of her father. She tried not to think about him, much, but he had been such a pain in her ass her entire life that he so often popped into her thoughts, often without her consent.

"My father was a piece of shit," she growled. "He slept the days away and spent nights out with friends, far away. Sometimes we wouldn't see him for weeks. Sometimes he'd be constantly around, nagging us about god knows what.

"He died being the idiot he was, and after he died, my brothers got into a spat trying to decide who would take over the pack. Didn't think to ask me to take over," Miyako added scornfully, frowning. "I had basically been their mother for all their lives, but when it came to actually being in charge, nooo, one of the guys had to do it."

She sighed, looking at the ground. "They were sweet boys, deep down," she said softly. "But when nature kicks in, you know. . .wolves change. My oldest brother killed the other two and took over, and I just. . .had to leave. Couldn't stay after that."

Miyako looked back up at Rouge, ears twitching. "So that's that. I don't want to become attached, to have to face that again, but I know I have to before winter." She cocked her head. "You got sort of the same story?"