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At the comparison to his younger self, Phoenix shifted his weight in awkward embarrassment, shuffling a paw in the earth. He had never really thought that Skoll held him in such regard. For a moment he fumbled the Alpha’s Composure that he had worked so hard to acclimate himself to. Yes, he distinctly remembered those days, and not with much fondness. He was glad to no longer be the “awkward youth,” as Skoll had (politely) put it. Now when he roamed the lands he carried himself high and proud as if he owned them (and in a way, he did), rather than slink submissively as he once did. Yes, he had come a long way, and he had a mate who was proud of him and children who looked up to him… but such accomplishments seemed marred by the loss of his daughter. Regaining his poise, Phoenix mumbled an obligatory “Thanks,” before the subject changed to the very last thing he wanted it to. He shot Phasma a strange look, not angry but curious. By now Phoenix had come to grips with the fact that his daughter had been taken by her delinquent half-brother, the misbegotten child of Iskata’s life before their mateship. And DaVinci was gone, taken off before he could face justice. What pained Phoenix the most was that he didn’t know if his daughter was really dead or alive… just as he didn’t know the true fate of his parents. Still… there was something about Skoll’s offer that caused Phoenix to take a closer look at the older wolf. For a moment he misunderstood Skoll’s offer. “Are… you sayin’ you wanna come back?” he asked. “I’d have nothin’ against it, but there’s hafta be conditions. Biggest of ‘em would be you stayin’ away from Inferni.” He was no fool. Even if he didn’t blame Skoll for his actions he couldn’t risk starting a war with the coyote clan over one wolf. |