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The silver outrider did not move as his former mate stepped closer, "You must clean it,", immediately he wanted to say something sarcastically. He knew he needed to clean the goddamn wound but it wouldn't do to take his anger, grief and pain that he had on the wolf in front of him, even if it was because of her that he was in his state. Shadow thanked Jupiter though, for giving him wisdom and strength once more, and giving him the honor of bearing the mark of Jupiter. "In the creek. I'll find you there with some supplies." The Roman lowered his head and nodded,
He watched with unveiled eyes as she turned to leave but then paused and spoke to him again, "I will discuss with Scimitar, but you must know that I cannot make any promises. You must prove yourself when you seek audience with him." and that wasn't going to be easy, especially after he purposely tried to reveal the truth to the new Creek wolves. Or at least it was the truth he liked. I'll let you torture myself if thats what it takes to see my kids, I am not afraid of you, Scimitar, I am merely yielding to see what is rightfully mine and hers. There was no way his children were going to grow up without seeing their father, especially his sons. So much Roman stories and myths to tell them and watch his first ever children grow up.
A low sigh slipped from the Roman's lips as he moved to sit by a tree, the blood was drying but just as quickly, new blood leaked out, and pain struck at his face. But he was trained to never feel pain, Shadow felt the stinging feeling but it did not cut through him like it did with others. He did not fear death, but just this once, he wished for it to be later in his life, Scimitar was not going to kill him, if it came to that, he had full confidence he could kill the other male instead and take over the Creek. After all, Shadow had defeated the older male in a spar before.