Sunbeam Lair In the mirror, you're brushing over

If Dusty Rose noticed the bristling, he didn't pay it any mind. His large ears swiveled in brief uncertainty at the other wolf's tone, though. He paused, picking his head up to look at Etienne once more. There was a very slight but still uncharacteristic pause before he said, gently, "Then these probably weren't your family."

Far be it from him to insult someone's origins.

"My parents didn't, either," he said. "I only had dads, though. Two of 'em. You wouldn't believe what I had to go through to get them to let me go." His tail gave a sad little flicker. "But, y'know. Hormones. I was at an age where hangin' out with my dads all day was starting to feel a little weird."

Ah, to be so young and so stupid again! This had been over a year ago, now, and Dusty Rose could hardly recall what that drive to depart had felt like. Older now, he was used to being apart from them — but he was no longer of a mind to have his own space. His own space was cold, and boring.