Broken Antler Fen well I'mma go down on a railroad track

A wiser wolf might have told the frosted shadowrunner to turn and leave. To think before reaction. All he could picture was his own parents—faces wrought with emotional pain as they bickered, quarreling, divorcing. 

This wasn’t how he had wanted his own family to be. 

A part of him was disappointed the other man was gone. He would have loved to have revealed to him just what he thought of someone taking advantage of his Ibis when she was spiraling. Another part relieved—for it meant he had mattered little to her. 

They could be mine, too, he rumbled, his eyes nervously seeking her own. They would never have to know..

Just a small blip on their path, he could argue. They could still be a happy family... assumed deaths and infidelity could be forgotten, couldn’t they?