Stone Circle le petit prince

Oppressed? It was the first time anyone had mentioned such a thing to him, and he looked upon Valette with a brief perplexity before dropping his eyes away, nervous to let them linger too long. But her apology came next and that too felt strange in his ears. Different. He did not deserve empathy, he thought. Oiseaux was small, and weak, and afraid all of the time, making him the antithesis of everything his father ever wanted. Too soft, always too soft.

You will find your strength, one day. The woman said. He looked up briefly at her nod, straining to put a little smile upon his face, but it did not feel genuine and probably did not look genuine either. When she went on to offer him a den, Oiseaux was stunned yet again. For.. me? Were they not reserved for mothers...? Did all the wolves of this place sleep within the crux of the earth...?