Nova Peak It's like an apple of temptation

Ar first, he said nothing, and she worried he wouldn't answer her question. She had pried, after all—had pushed to know more about him than the small amount of information he had already offered. She continued to look out and away from him as he shifted beside her, switching from sitting to laying. 

When he did finally answer, she turned to look at him. It was a good thing, but he still seemed troubled. She wondered if he would offer more, but she gave him the space to make that choice, only nodding and offering a small smile. She was glad, at least, that things were better for him here. There was still concern in her gaze as she studied him, wondering if he would offer more of his story. 

And when he did, she listened quietly, her gaze never leaving his face as he spoke. She watched emotions flicker across the profile of his face as he told her of his mother and how they didn't see eye to eye. He told her she was a monster, taking down packs with war and turning other wolves into slaves. He was clearly bothered by it all.

She drew in a deep breath. I hope this place offers you some comfort from your old life, she offered quietly. She knew what it was like to battle over the pack's way of life with a parent, although not quite to his extent; her own father was a cruel bastard, but his worst was never anything like what Taikon described. Still, suffering was suffering, and she understood more than most. You are brave for leaving them, she continued. It is hard to go against a parent, even when they are wrong. Even when they were a monster—the bond of parent and child would always complicate things.