Swiftcurrent Creek Narrow streets of Cobblestone

Arric listened, but it still made no sense why Avicus was angry. He frowned, trying to work through it. But it was growing increasingly agitated. Not at the male, but rather the situation two women who were supposed to care about him put him in. 

There's those words again, Avicus was first. So then she is your mate. Listen dude, if she's pissed off that you had relations with another woman, but didn't make her own designs on you known, then she's a fool and you are not in the wrong. Is she the one that told you, you couldn't have any type of relationship with your kids, because if so. That's fucking selfish as hell.

His next words made Arric go cold all over. Who told you that? Cause they would be wrong. Just cause you can't fight or be a warrior. Because you like stars and music and healing. That doesn't make you less than. It makes you just perfect to be you. And if someone told you otherwise they're lying.

Arric made a soft noise and ghosted forward and pushed on the small wolf's head in a kind gesture. Listen Ashlar. You're perfect the way you are. Imperfectly perfect. You don't need to be like everyone else to make a way in this world, you really don't. As a matter of fact, the ones that go to the beat of their own system, well those are the brave few. So keep your head up, okay.