it's that same old song

With the pack’s counsellor notified, and one of the pack’s more robust warrior’s, Scimitar’s mind had eased a bit. Galileo seemed distraught, but Scimitar was no mind reader, and so he mistook it simply for the simple fact that the male seemed to abhor violence – the cinnamon wolf could only hope that his peppered companion never truly saw Shadow’s wrath or true side.. and that somehow, he was right in his hopes that the silver male would not take action against the mother of his children.. and the pack that would raise them.

But Shadow was a madman, and in turn, the regal felt his hope drift away to the empty state of reality.

Both seemed content to leave the meeting with their Alpha’s final words, and with a small nod, the Frostfur would graze his nose to the cheek of each in an embrace of comradeship. With little else to say, he turned his own large form, his creamy paws loping toward the pack borders where he would patrol once more.