Rattleskin Redoubt picea

"walk safely, my son."

no matter what aquillius was now, let it be known that he was past, present, and futurely beloved.

when the young wolf had gone from sight, he felt tears pressing against the back of his eyes.

but the eagle did not let them fall.

he did not have the luxury of grief. he did not have the mercy of death. he must enter fatherhood now and belatedly.