Blackfeather Woods If I was dying on my knees you would be the one to rescue me

He looked at the young woman skeptically for a moment, trying to decide if she were grown enough to help him. Of course she was, he just often felt the need to remember her first steps, and her first words. She was still such a child in his eyes, a youngling that should be protected. Although he supposed that with new little ones on the way it was high time that she take on a different role than just his baby sister. 

With a slight nod of his head he sighed heavily. "I think..." It wasn't like him to hesitate, but he had a hard time finding the right words. Standing slowly and turning away from the white woman, "I think I'm turning into father." He had replayed his argument with Shivali over and over again, and he could feel the dread seeping into his bones. He had acted just like their father, and he was disgusted with himself for it.