Emberflame Ridge Wandering

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There was nowhere left to go, nowhere left to run. Panic crept up my throat as I ran into yet another dead end, and realized he had led me here. Turning around, I found him...

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He watched. That was all he could do. There was no emotions he could convey that would cover up what he was feeling...because there was nothing there to feel. As true to his nickname, Moath was truly a void. Everything from how he stared emotionlessly at this silvering white wolf to how his body did absolutely nothing to react...all of it was simply...nothing. He watched the spawn of his, the spawn he spat a name out for with the utmost attempt at even managing sounds, let alone a name. He watched her...

And waited.

The enormous brute always knew where his spawn was. Potentially it was his inate instinct after being infected with Fatherhood. Maybe it was simply his keen sense of simply knowing where they would end up. Everything about his Spawn, he knew. And there was simply nothing he could do about this. Other that winding up with them, staring at them, idly wondering what would come next. 

As many as he had come to massacre, he simply couldn't raise a fang against her. No matter how much he had wanted to end the circumfrence of travel where he wound back up where they were, here was no killing Aliac. Was he meant to? He couldn't say. Their mother had seemingly left them...As did he. He couldn't take care of Spawn. So he left her. 

Only to return at the base of this ridge, and do what he had so many times before.

Stare.

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And in silence, he waited.

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