Bitterroot Valley and i saw nothing here but you

He’d been unaware there still exists a connection of family—that “father” is a title respected by the silver, who last spoke of them with words of sorrow and abandonment.
Fuck him, the hound snarls, you have a new family, too. One that has accepted Zephyr for who he is since the beginning; who has hopefully made him feel a part of it, instead of an outcast black sheep that ought to be replaced. Pale gold eyes narrow to slits.