Altar of Twilight We'll Finish What We Started

Perhaps it had been Sascha's strong and sometimes violent insistence on using their correct pronouns that had him so jumpy. The pale wolf was younger than him, but they were exponentially fiercer, spoiled rotten by their fathers Uncle Meldor and Evgeni. You'd be surprised, was all he could say on the matter. He knew that Sascha's status was unique, to say the least, and he was glad that his cousin was strong enough to defend themself, but he had to be honest that sometimes they took things too far.

He was lucky that he had been a worldly person. He was able to experience the possibility of lives outside of his own. He knew that the Melonii were unique when it came to families, and that was not just due to their religious insistence on treachery and backstabbing and plots. Even they had their fair share of those who could not handle the drama that went on. I guess I'm kind of the same, he admitted. I avoided my duty to my family and walked away. And now I'm back serving them. He smiled at her, diverting his gaze from their surroundings once more. S'funny how things end up, yeah?