Bearclaw Valley as you promised me that I was more than all the miles combined

"stop," and his teeth clicked to separate them. at last ancelin saw a passing familiarity in the boy. he would not keep athalia from her pursuit despite the fact that his body seethed with rage and the need to rip the interloper apart.
with that there was no closure.
and when the moment came, ancelin set his hard indigo eyes upon his daughter. "who was he to you?"
there was no telling if she would even answer, but he felt compelled to remain upon the boundaryline for a long while, tail lashing and eyes pinned for shadows who might sneak into the valley once more.
but he had seen her knowing in her haunted eyes, for he had worn it on his own face the day that atreus abandoned him.
and this truth flashed across his own stare now, hatred for a sibling who had proven at a crucial moment that they contained a weakness so unfathomable they could no longer be suffered as kin.