Sleepy Fox Hollow heimlichtuerei

Reyson sucked on his broken tooth for a moment, tongue sliding along it as he thought of an answer to the question he was asked. Was he a family man? His first instinct was to say no. His second, was to say yes. But he wasn't certain anymore. He had been a family man, once his family, his mother and his father, family. Then it had been stolen. His peace broken, his soul tattered.

Then he had existed for himself, for the pack, hunt, die, fight, breathe. Those were the rules. Love did not belong, some found it there on the battlefield, but usually they lost it there too, bloody, busted, shattered. Reyson had wanted no part. Then.

He made a soft mmm sound the tell tale noise he made when he was thinking.

Then. Renaud, had come and he had been his familly, but like the others, lost it there, on the field of mud and blood, bodies piled around, pain, no not pain, pain meant you were still alive. Sadness, was what broke his insides, and grief.

He went with the safe answer. I have never been a father if that is what you ask. I know naught even where to begin. Besides, pups are so, fragile, easily broken, loud. I do not know if I could be a father. Though it is a nice thought when you are in the ditches and the trenches, waiting to die.