Honeyed Pasture beta

he fell happily into place beside arjun. he had always been happiest by his children's sides; damned if he knew why he'd never stayed near at least one of them for good.

so many let down: poor, gentle brook, wherever she may be. her brother, too. radha's brood. his children with easy, though at least they had their mother's family.

and now shenanigans, too—slipped from his grasp, perhaps forever.

rodyn, adi answered, voice a bit gruff as he dragged himself away from his horrid thoughts. he took a moment to warm before continuing. he seems like a good man.

his ear cocked toward dutch, interested. a great hunt, he murmured. when i was here as a young man, with your grandfather grayday and his pack morningside, we would hunt with our allies. gather for feasts, too. i'm glad that these moon packs follow those customs.

but that, too, led him down spiraling memories of undersea, of gleaming black fur, and he pushed them aside as well.

how are your siblings? aditya queried lightly.