Firefly Glen black mambo

I fucking love this. THANK YOU FOR EXISTING STARR.

Without knowing it, Fennec had opened a wound in the boy’s soul.
 
He had spent many days wondering why their mother hadn’t wished for him to lead a pack of his own. Had she been able to sniff out his insecurities at such a young age? Did she know that Osiris had none of the worries that Atlas did and had determined he was a better fit to lead another pack under their family name?
 
The dark yearling swallowed, trying to suck down the lump that had formed in his throat. He offered the young girl a feeble smile that was riddled with the anxious nerves that bubbled beneath the surface of his composed features. “Well, I uh…” and then he stopped talking because he wasn’t sure what he should say to something like that. He’d just met this girl and it wasn’t good form to dump his familial envy on her. Besides, what right did he have to be jealous of his brother for accomplishing more than he ever could? It was not Osiris’ fault that Atlas couldn’t overcome his anxieties and uncertainties.
 
“He’ll probably be a better leader than I ever could, to be honest,” the inkwell admitted softly.