Guilt. Regret.
And accusations gnawed at his insides, the acids of his stomach were eating the tender skin of his stomach lining alive. His amber gaze fell to the ground while a tedious voice in his head and the only memory he had left of him mocked his weakness. The image he so dearly clung to was of his son first learning how to walk. It was so vivid in his mind he could've sworn not more than a day had passed since then.
The little eyes of his son glued to the ground as he shook a wobbly paw in front of another, even the sound of Adele's encouraging coos in the background was way too real to ignore.
The peppered male clenched his jaw so tightly he thought the bones in his maw would snap. Where was he now? Was he even alive? Had Franz and the rest of the Deveroux exterminated the little family-based pack near the mountains?
All of these questions cricled his head until the a voice that wasn't from his painful memories reached his ears. He jerked his head to meet the source and upon seeing the white-eyed male looking at him he thought he was trespassing.
"I'm sorry I often walk without paying attention of the borders, it happens when one is caught in deep thought" he barked in an apologetic manner as he greeted the male with a feeble smile.
