Sleepy Fox Hollow all i can do when the plans break down is stay on my feet

he sucked in a deep breath suddenly. as if wylla had simply removed a weight from his chest in such a simple response. lackadaisical and nonchalant. a good pillar of rationality where siku was made of nothing but budding nerves.

only he felt the tremble of his own legs in movement as she brought up his father. could he really be called that? any giant white fur wolf who knew his name might as well have tried to take the spot. what better would siku know?

he's not even really...like a father. he had seen the way mahler interacted with emmerich. the relations of the family members here. i don't want him here. ever. he doesn't even have a — he willed himself to not cry in front of wylla. he figured everybody had had enough of his dramatics after the border.

he has no right. to anything with me.

the breaking of a boy into something new.