Stone Circle I won't explain or say I'm sorry

Bringing @Clay home! @Valette and @Greyback. Set to the 15th!

The last week had been the best of his entire life with the Easthollian around only because it had been good to have him. There wasn't any feeling he craved more than how the ash and silver prince made him feel wanted. Not needed as the only option while everyone else was busy. The journey was rough- or it would have been if Serem hadn't given him poppies. He'd taken two at once and was caught cycling between barely feeling his paws hit the ground and being hyper sensitive to just about everything. Tail wagging as he wore an uncharacteristically bright expression Valour brushed up alongside Clay their fur touching for a moment entirely intentionally with touch of his hip as every step brought them closer and closer to their destination. He'd wanted to flirt, to give Clay something to think about until they saw one another again but...the man's family was nearby so subtlety would do.  Enjoying the sparks caused by the touch something occurred to him and he reached for Clay's ear tugging it before he could call for his family "Hey" he said sounding nervous the smile fading "What do I say 'bout being a Nightwalker?" he asked loudly looking to Clay for the answers with a vulnerable expression that would be embarrassing if mentioned. Between the poppies and the fact that the wounds had reopened and were bleeding he was fairly woozy and it was all he could do to even care about it at this point. His hind end slumped to the ground as he ducked his head to lap at his wounds slowly, eyes sliding to peer at Clay with a lifted brow as if questioning  well? What's the plan? 

Valour was—as nicely as he could put it— a disaster.

The boy was brushing against him, their fur touching and lighting sparks along his spine that did little to keep him calm and collected. Clay had refused the poppies, knowing that they would probably hinder him, but he did not expect this reaction out of the Nightwalker. He ignored it for the most part, shuffling back with his own bumping in order to state the other boy, tho he wore his typical annoyed frown.

"For starters, don't say anything. I'll do the talking," Clay ordered, flicking his ear at Valours tug. He was worried of what his parents would think upon both of them on the borders, covered in blood, let alone delirious and high. He shuddered thinking of his mother's words; she was rarely soft spoken. But his father? Greyback had a gaze that still scared him.

He gulped.

"Were here," he announced, upon seeing the standing stones against the land, their large form taking up the skyline. "Again— don't say anything," he warned before tilting his head up and calling for his parents.

The man had been spending his time with Valette when the howl sounded, both of them lazing away in the sun and bathing each other in nurturing licks.  He didn't expect to hear his son at the border. The boy was always running off and paying attention somewhere else. The Patriarch had only seemed the willowed lad for a brief period of time upon his arrival back from the coast before disappearing for a few days.

But he was glad his son was back, and with a playful shove of his nose at Valette's temple he stood up and stretched, releasing the built-up pressure in his joints before urging her to come with him to the border.

He had expected a lot of things, but not the sight of his son, hunched over and smelling of blood—fur ruffled alongside an agouti boy in a similar state. He raised his brows at that. Who was this stranger? Had he been the one to hurt Clay? If so— they both seemed to deal quite a bit of damage to eachother. Greyback couldn't help but feel a little proud if that was the case—his son was strong.

But clearing the ridge, and stepping out of the stone circle as if he was a deliverer himself, the large man hurried to the both of them, his posture tall and regal as it always was. It was only when he reached the border, shadow looming over the two that he would bend down to get a better look at his son. His scrutinizing amber gaze looking over Clay before moving onto his friend.

"What happened to you?" seemed to be the only logical question when confronted with the mess.

Valette had been a cuddle bug ever since her heat, no scratch that, she had been ever since Greyback gotten back. She wanted to let her mate know that she was extremely pleased with the male. Though, with Greyback getting older she was just happy that they made it through her heat alive and well. She was worried for a moment that it might worn him out too much. It was for a good purpose though, as Valette was very eager to have another litter of pups. Unlucky for her was that she didn't know that her mate was already too old to reproduce, something she would find out later.

When Clay's howl sounded she got up with Greyback. She felt her mate was calmer ever since his travels, not as hotheaded and grim as he was before he left. Still, she wanted to join him as she was curious to why Clay would howl at the borders instead of just crossing them. Valette was a few paces behind him, but quickly caught up, appearing right after with the Stone Circle as a background. It seemed Clay wasn't alone.

She gasped when Clay was looking rough, and blood was covering the both of them. Why did this boy always get in trouble. The other wolf, the stranger, smelled different, of another pack. Valette eyed at him suspiciously for a moment before turning to her son. She was about to ask the same when her mate beat her to it. "And who are you?," she asked the stranger. She stepped forward to her son and started to lick the blood out of Clay's fur, her eyes on the stranger warily. But since Clay was relaxed she dared to expose herself a bit. She kept Greyback to her unguarded side though. "Arlette and Kaito are back... I can call them if you are hurt."

Val:

Perhaps if they weren't at the borders of a pack he was rather cautious of he would've said something about the way Clay ordered him around. His ears shifted back on his skull and he glowered before nodding and dropping his gaze staring holes in the ground as he puzzled over yet another one of Clay's mood shifts. Had he done something wrong coming along? A flicker of annoyance rose as he wanted to mutter something petty about going back since he wasn't needed anyway.

Instead a shadow appeared followed by a man who's size towered over him and he was bigger than Clay. Seeing the similarities in appearance he swallowed a nervous lump in his throat while simultaneously trying to seem bigger, lips twitching as his right shoulder flared with pain from the various wounds oozing from opened flesh. Silver eyes stared unwavering at Clay's father as he observed in silence the stoic regality in which the elder grey man moved and regarded his injured son. Unimpressed and feeling defensive in the face of the lack of concern from the male the question went unanswered as he held the command he was given to high esteem if only because his first impulse was to give a half ass response of 'stuff clearly'. 

His silence proved a blessing as a russet hued woman strode from the woods and he blinked, his heart stuttering as she followed the king's question with her own demanding his identity before turning her full attentions back to her son. Watching the motherly display it was clear Clay was safe here and that he wouldn't be needed much longer. Judging by the defensiveness and suspicious look he was tossed his return to Nightwalkers would be quick "My name's Valour ma'am. I just wanted to get Clay home safe" eyes shifting away he moved closer to Clay while simultaneously backing up to let him take the lead feeling uncomfortable. Not sure who to look at he began to gently lick at the wounds he could reach on his chest, cleaning the blood from the broken clotting.

It didn't take long for his father to arrive. His mother — following cosely behind.

They looked happy.

Clay shifted uneasily under the gaze of his father as he stood before him, weary of that hardened gaze and face that hid all emotion. He didn't understand why Greyback did such a thing, was he that uncaring? Or was he just too old too move his face? Clay gulped, taking a step towards his mother in favor of her attention.

He hastily dipped his head as she neared, offering the crown of his head to lick while he glanced at Valour out of the corner of his eye. He was a bit worried about the display, of seeming like a child in front of the male. But Valette—his mother, was always eager to give her dotting, and it felt nice to have after such a long time.

"NO! Don't call the others, please." He replied hastily, taking his head away and out of her reach. Why did valour back away? Damn it! He needed him for support.

"I—What happened was Ursus, our neighbors. They wanted to make an example of me to Easthollow. To you both. The leader gave me a message." he rasped, shaking a tad bit at remembering the dozens of fangs that shredded his coat. He didn't want to repeat the words to his parents, to have them fear and fret.

But with a puffed out chest and a long inhale, he started; "He know's easthollow is a 'den of toothless old wolves and children.' And he demands an audience with the two of you at his pack. "

He watched as his son moved towards his mother, and with a smile beginning to crack he wagged his tail slightly. He didn't know how to act around the boy, and feared upsetting him more given the history of his upbringing. It was the same as Ira, and Greyback still grieved, but at least Clay seemed to be doing well. Better.

But as he began to talk the patriarch took a moment to look over his son, the ragged fur, adorned with nicks and scratches, covered in blood as if he was a warrior of blood. And his friend, Valour, seemed to be in the same state, at least not as bad. "I am glad our son has a friend who cares so much about him," he replied, although still in steady, ungiving tone.

And then it came crashing with the message Clay had delivered. Greyback had not been ignorant to the pack that had set up close by, their scent was a strong presence in the wind recently, and though he had not personally gone to give them a welcoming to the lands, the elder had a feeling in his gut.

Clay's story seemed to enough to solidify it. Raising his brows, he looked at Valette, worried of the news. They would need to talk about what to do. "How much time has passed since this message? You've been gone for long,"

Valette raised her brows when the other didn't want his own sister to look at him. The female was surprised at that but respected his wishes and didn't call Arlette or anyone for that matter. She relaxed a bit when the male explained who he was and that he had been looking out for Clay. She dipped her head. "We thank you for that." She was glad that the male had looked out for their son.

Valette stepped back when Clay started to explain about their new neighbors. Her frown deepened as he explained he was attacked, and the message they told their son. Easthollow was not a bunch of old toothless wolves and children. Valette looked with a frown at her mate. If they would go they would go together, that was for certain. Or no, she might ask Siarut to go with her to keep Greyback safe. She and Siarut were quite the team when battling she found out.

"This is serious. We should go talk to them. I don't care what they think of us as long as they aren't going to attack more of our members." The female told her mate. Then she turned to the two. "Valour, someone should really check your wounds, Clay same for you. Come. You two should rest and get healed up," she spoke. "Is is the least we can do for your friend after he saved you," Valette offered and then even smiled at Valour.

"Yeah"

There wasn't much give in his tone either as he stared at the large grey man with an unimpressed expression. What was the theme with dads here? They all just seemed weird and imposing or...dead. There was an offer made by Clay's mother to call for someone which Valour was amused to watch Clay rush to deny thinking that he was embarrassed before the message was finally given by Clay. First it was like someone threw him into an ice cold river and then as every second passed that overwhelming chill turned into a blaze that was focused in the intensity in which he turned his gaze upon Clay. Immediately stepping closer again regardless of his parents being around he listened to the discussion being passed around by the Easthollians, silently answering them and putting information together himself. Ursus was neighboring Easthollow, attacking Clay and making threats though about a week had passed since Clay was attacked give or take a few days and this seemed to be the first time the two older wolves had heard anything of it. "My pack will also look into it" he said distracted as the woman stood and invited him in. he was still staring daggers at Clay holding back a tirade of questions. Why had nothing been said to him sooner? He could have done something about it before he got too messed up. With a sigh his features softened just a bit as he looked toward the pretty woman with a brief vulnerable expression, her offer more appealing to him than an entire buffalo carcass would have been. A place to sleep that wasn't Nightwalkers where he was on edge all the time? Extra time with Clay? Someone else actually treating his wounds properly? "I'll make it home, these aren't as bad as they look and we have a healer there" he said with a small smile despite the immediate scream of protest inside his mind. Praying that Clay would keep quiet just to prevent an argument from breaking out on the borders he looked at the couple "If something happens at Ursus, please let me know. Clay knows where I am" he didn't want to say goodbye yet but it was clear he was trying to back out of the reunion, feeling much too comfortable meeting Clay's parents when he had to hide who he was.

Damn Valour for talking. He told the man not to!

He swallowed thickly after telling the news to his parents. And not to his surprise, they indeed looked uneasy about the situation. He knew they would. He felt guilt swirl in his gut as he watched their expressions fall upon looking at one another for answers. "It was... quite some time ago," he confessed, wincing at his fathers raised brows to him. "I'm sorry for not coming home sooner. I freaked, and ran to Valour instead." He had hoped his parents would leave it at that.

A boy wanting to see his friend.

"Please be careful of seeing them. I don't want you two to get hurt." He pleaded, not wanting the same fate of himself to fall upon his parents. They were old, and there was no way they could handle all those wolves.

But regardless he stepped forward as his mother invited him in, It would be nice to wade in the warm spring here with Valour. He smiled tiredly at her, his tail wagging and head-nodding before looking back at the Nightwalker. "What?" He whispered, shocking to see his friend leave so soon. Valour couldnt leave! He hadn't said goodbye yet. "No, you're staying the night. Come," a pause. "now." He added sternly with his tail up.

"I see," The king murmured, rolling a list of possible plans and actions within his mind. He was happy his son was home and relatively safe. A few scratches and wounds would heal, but not a dead body. 'Thank the heavens for his safety' Greyback thought.

"We will discuss what to do, love. This is a serious matter—We must be cautious and think before visiting." He comforted, admiring Valette's heart and fire to protect Easthollow and her family. She was beautiful and strong as ever, but he wouldn't put her in harm's way of Ursus. "Thank you, son." He praised before turning to Valour.

The boy was strange, seemingly almost shy of meeting them. He supposed both Valette and himself were quite a pair of intimidating folk to a stranger, but the man wouldn't let the boy go off so easily with wounds like those. He did save Clay, and that must be repaid-with kindness. "Why don't you stay?" He offered. "It is quite late, and you only just got here. Let us at least feed you and offer you rest."

He chuckled at his sons tenacious grip. "It seems Clay has certainly made up his mind."

Valette realized something when the male spoke about 'his pack'. Her hazel green eyes traveled towards the other bleeding male, this Valour. He was Clay's friend, which he made while he was away, clearly. Things started to fall into place for the female, or at least, she assumed. Her eyes traveled to Clay. He had went there in panic, not to them. So then... it couldn't be those nightwalkers pack right? Or had her son found comfort there she hadn't been able to give him? Valette almost missed Greyback's words. "Of course," she agreed.

It seemed that everyone wanted Valour to stay except for himself. What made him want to decline a kind offer like that? Valette couldn't help herself and asked; "What pack are you from? Are you from the Nightwalkers?" She looked at Clay, with confusion in her eyes. Though she wasn't linking the two romantically - since that was something she didn't even think possible - Valette was not complete oblivious. There was suspicion again and so many questions, Clay had warned her for the Nightwalkers. They were dangerous. That was why she thought the male might not be from another pack, but... Clay had never mentioned any other pack besides the night walkers. She was not letting him in before getting an answer.

Val onto ruin the moment haha

They all wanted him to stay.

Sucking in a breath it was more for comfort than obediance that he returned to Clay's side, huddling somewhat close to the smaller male and giving both parents a quick nervous look before dropping his eyes and nodding "Okay. Thank you. I just don't want to be away too long" he said sounding defeated. This was an entirely different side of the arrogant young warlord it was clear that he was going off of Clay's lead. The pretty russet woman asked where he was from and he blinked, eyes going wide for a moment as he tried not to shoot Clay an alarmed look. Then she followed it up with one even worse and his ears pressed back against his skull, tail tucking between his legs. Looking slowly to Clay his lips trembled as he exhaled slowly and turned to the woman and nodded slowly hanging his head "I tried to keep him safe when he was brought in...he escaped and I let him go" he whispered the confession softly swallowing down the lump in his throat.

Clay angles his ears upright as his mother impedes, his gaze wide as it flickers between his parents and Valour. No no no no. Easthollow can't know, his mother can't know.

Unfortunately, though, Valour prooves once again his resistance to Clay's orders. He blurts out the answer, and with hot shame across his face Clay's heart races something fierce. Gulping he tucks his tail underneath his legs and steps a bit forward between the boy and his mother, a whine escaping his throat. "Please Mom, He's good. Don't hurt him."

sorry for the late reply!

Greyback wearily eyed his mate as she asked the strange boy questions. He could not understand what she was attempting to accomplish by such inquiries, however, he stood silent beside her—letting her take the lead. It was only when the final question popped that the man finally understood. His orange-toned eyes widening and brows raising as he looked to her and the boy, back to her.

He had come to know of the Nightwalkers from Valette. Something in passing how they were responsible for the disapeparence—the kidnapping of his young pup. But Greyback found it hard to believe this was the boy that did it. He was nearly the same age as his son, nearly the same size in comparison.

The elder was now a tad curious about having such a wolf within their territory for the night. Would they be alright? He shook his head as Clay stepped in front of the agouti, pleading for Valette to not hurt him. It was a peculiar sight; Seeing his son so protecting and out-spoken.

They were an odd pair of friends.

Valette looked at the stranger, Clay's friend, clearly already knowing the answer before he verbally admitted that he was in fact part of the Nightwalkers. Valette's fur bristled, unsure how to react now. She didn't really want to attack him, in fact, Clay had told her that if she ever ran into a Nightwalker she had to run for her life. However, today there was one member of that pack that saved her son. She returned her attention to Valour as he wispered something. "You let him go? You allowed him to escape? What is that for twisted truth. If you wanted to keep him safe you should have known that he would be safer with his family instead of keeping a child your pack kidnapped!!," she huffed, ears flattening.


Her frown turn to her own son. "I am not going to attack him. He saved you!," she returned to Clay. "You were the one that warned me for them. You said that if I ever ran into a Nightwalker I should run in order to save myself. So perhaps you can understand my confusion when the wolf that saves you is a Nightwalker, and clearly a pretty high ranked as well since he 'allowed' you to escape," she commented, perhaps a bit sharply. She didn't know what to think about this, or why Clay would tell her such thing when it wasn't true? She looked between the two of them. "This whole story just doesn't make sense." Had Clay lied to her? What more was there to the story? What were they hiding? Still, she wouldn't attack the male for it. Clearly he did care about her son but it was all strange to her.

When they'd been in Nightwalkers Clay had been a scared little boy so full of hidden life that when they were together filled up the aching emptiness he'd felt since he was barely old enough to speak. He'd been so absolutely certain that his strength would be enough to protect Clay that he hadn't thought anything of keeping him around. After all his plan was to kill the Warlord before Hela did it for him. Then Vengeance got worse saying his friendship with the boy made him weak and punishing him. The pain of Vengeance tearing apart every single good thing he had going for him had made him avoid Clay and then it was too late, his friend had vanished. Why would he have hunted him down? He'd ended up glad that Clay was set free and after that his life was a blur leading to now, where he stood at the top of a pack of criminals and it was his job to control them all. Looking into her eyes with silver pools much too weary and filled with sorrow for a yearling he stayed silent doing nothing to disagree with what she said as he struggled to keep every ache of pain contained. His flanks rising and falling faster and deeper with quickened breath he was rooted in place, both stuck in the spiral of his own guilt and genuinely frightened of this woman who hurt him so deeply with only words. Why didn't anyone think about him? That he was barely able to bite someone when Vengeance took him in, younger than even Clay was when he was lured in. Tears began to sting at his eyes and luckily he was able to drop his head and blink them away as Clay jumped in pleading with her not to attack him and earning a stream of words that really broke his heart. Hearing another bit of how badly Clay had spoken of them ripped open the wound of hearing Clay say it himself.

He truly was a monster....

It was his own choice not to be. Backing away he looked to the woman hot tears spilling embarrassingly over his cheeks as he muttered quickly  "I didn't do it ma'am"  his words were wobbly, he was barely able to get them out he wasn't sure how to deal the information. Looking to Clay his lips wobbled "Why don't you tell her how I got treated keeping you safe? That I was younger than you when he tricked me" the words were filled with venom, anger and hurt that rose up like acid burning him inside "My friend killed the asshole. That's why I lead" that was directed at the woman, his voice cold as he turned and walked away "I'm glad you're home Clay. Why dont you stay away from monsters from now on?" he knew it wasn't nescessary but it released some of the pain and with his tail tucked between his legs he bolted off, not stopping until he couldn't breathe and the blood was streaming too freely from his chest to continue on. 

this is his last post. <3 sorry guys! I love Easthollow so friggin much i stg

He watched as his mother raised her voice in question, her face contorting as she demanded answers.

And then watched as Valour ran the opposite direction before looking him in the eyes and spouting nonsense.

It made his blood boil within his veins, quickly replacing the anxiety with anger as he sputtered on everything that had happened so quickly. He wanted to yell at the idiot, to chase him down and tackle him before smacking him across the face for such words. Words that were his own.

'Monsters'

He grit his teeth, looking back at his mother with pinched brows and a worried lip. "No! It's not what you think!" He snapped, fur bristling along his spine. How would he explain this? "When I was taken by Vengeance- The warlord, Valour was just a pup himself. An alpha ranked pup. He saved me! Protected me from the others and when I escaped he lied to them—Maybe so they wouldn't come after me. But Vengeance is dead! Valour took over as the warlord—It's like the leader. An alpha!" He spat before a sob raked his frame and dropped down to the grass to hide his face.

He felt bad for yelling at his mom, for raising his voice. But he was more concerned with the fact Valour was upset with him once more.

He didn't know what to do. Should he follow Valour? Should he stay in Easthollow?

The boy gulped down breaths before rising up and shaking his face. "I need to go, i'll be back" he parted, not looking at his mother before turning and running.

The mans face contorted in confusion as chaos erupted the group. His face stern as Valette asked questions, as Clay's friend cried and ran. Greyback had not heard much about the Nightwalkers save from what Valette had told him. Clay had said nothing, not even mentioning it once to him. He knew this well, was aware of it but did not press it as he feared for running the boy away from him.

But Clay was now snapping at his mother, and Greyback, with ears forward and posture rising, stepped in between the two and glared at his son. "Do not raise your voice at your Mother." He was even more confused with the information thrown at him by his son, but he understood a bit more about the questions asked and the orange agouti's outburst.

He looked behind him to see if Valette was alright or if she was just as confused as him, but as soon as Clay crumbled to the grass at their feet he departed, and Greyback's heart sank as he watched his son flee through the tall grass. "What... just happened?" he questioned to his mate.

Assuming both have left the thread, except GB

The last thing the Matriarch expected was for Valour to get emotional. His tone of voice was wobbly and then this hurt was clearly directed towards Clay. Valette looked from Valour to Clay, and then back to Valour. Trying to make sense of all this. Clay had quite a way with people it seemed. She kept her held raised when her son sounded so angry with her. She kept her expression neutral, and her chin raised. She watched how there boy raised his fur and was clearly upset with her. Normally Valette would feel bad about this but not this time. This was all on Clay.

He explained, and Valette did get some sense from it. The previous warlord captured him and both children had found kinship. Still, Clay had never explained it to her that way. If he had then she would have understood the importance of Valour but Clay had not been tactical on his return. He had told her that all nightwalkers were dangerous so hence her confusion. Why had he been hiding Valour from her. She didn't have a chance to say something, Greyback defended her. It was sweet of him. When she wanted to speak Clay went after the young man. He had looked desperate. He was trying to save their... friendship. Was it really friendship though?

Valette turned to her mate. "I think Clay just learned a valuable lesson that honesty is the best policy. As I told you, Clay had warned me to never talk to a Nightwalker. If I found out I had to instantly run away for my own safety. Sounds like they al are very dangerous. For some reason, Clay wasn't comfortable telling about his friend Valour. He saved him, apparently. Why not tell us about his savior? His friend? Why be ashamed?," she recited to her mate and shook her head. She was silent for a moment, looking after where Clay had run away to. Her mind was turning. Repeating in her head what she had seen. After a while she broke her silence. "Greyback....," she started. "...Remember when Ira said she was carrying pups for those males that love each other? I wonder.... Do you think our Clay is like that...? With Valour?" She wasn't sure if male friendships looked like this, hence why she asked Greyback's opinion.

The man cocked his head as Valette spoke. Perhaps she was right. Perhaps the boy had been keeping secrets—too many it seemed. Clay had not mentioned the nightwalkers to him... He almost felt bad for his son, seeing him riled up and twisted within chaos he didn't fully understand, albeit he brought it upon himself.

Almost.

"I remember," He replied, tail swishing before letting out a gasp at his lady's words. "No... Surely not?" He was astounded, side-swept by such an accusation. Clay? In love with another he-wolf? He couldn't remember any odd behavior out of the boy; no lingering glances, no feverish touches. "Has such an... infliction been prevalent with your family's history?" Perhaps it was the case of Arlette, a mutation passed down.

Yes. That was sure to be it.

"What should we do? Should we do anything?"

Valette looked at her mate, just a clueless as she was really. She hadn't mean to shock him so much but it had just been a thought running through her mind. Valette looked at Greyback with an offended gasp when he asked if this was known on her side of the family. "Are you blaming my side of the family?," she asked, but then laughed, she had been teasing him. The mother grew serious. "Not that I know of," she then returned.

Valette didn't think that had much to do with it. Then again, she wasn't really sure how that came to be. "No, I don't think so. If I am wrong then he might be really offended and might leave us," she commented. She had been surprised Clay had even returned home and stayed. She was just glad he was with them. "Maybe it was just a silly thought. Nevermind," she spoke and licked her mate's cheek.

Greyback twitched at the astounding gasp his mate had let out. "Not at all, my heart!" he hastily replied. " It's not something that has been in my history of my family. Nor is it a blame—I do not think there is... anything wrong.. with such an... new love thing," he muttered.

Greyback wasn't quite sure he believed his own words. He was still confused on the topic.

He hoped Valette was right though. That it was a silly thought. He did not want his son to run away again in fear and anger towards him and Easthollow. Valette wouldn't be able to take it. "I hope so. Lets just rest for the day, this whole outburst has been quite tiring." He sighed, leaning into the kiss that was so sweetly provided.

close?

Valette nodded at her mate when her mate said that. She didn't think it was wrong but on the other hand... Wolves of the same sex couldn't have pups and well, that was kind of the way to live in Valette's opinion. She looked at Greyback, realizing that they wouldn't have cubs to raise. So, perhaps that was similar to what those couples would go through? Still, the idea that she would never have all her children was not a thought she wanted to live with. She loved her children, all of them.

"Yes, dear. Excellent idea. I am so glad we don't have that drama anymore," she spoke with a firm nod. They were together and nothing would ever question that. The female liked that. One dark thought came to her mind, the only reason they would separate was through death. She looked at Greyback, she hoped that they would have a long time together still. The Matriarch snuggled into Greyback's side as they walked. "I love you," she hummed. Not needing a reply because she knew he did as well.

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