Here you go Lin. Hope this works. SSWM: 509
It had been a while since Gaël had last seen his father. It was like one big reunion, although not in the sense that one may go for. He remembered that day well. He was standing there in silence as his brother and sister did the talking with their father. Eventually the male had made a lunge at him and all the rest of that moment seemed to fade. He didn’t want to think back to that day and tried to block it out from his memory. The giant wanted to start off fresh, like a second chance at life and didn’t want to do anything to ruin it, even if that meant having to tolerate with his father and try to forget about the awful thing he had done to his mother. He had been wondering if he should ever go back to confront his father again. Seeing as it didn’t go well the last time, he was a bit hesitant this time. His thoughts were a blur and mixed with thoughts on what to do. The male was unsure of himself and didn’t want to slip up like he did last time. He may have been a big wolf, but size didn’t really mean he was smarter than anyone else. He tried to relax his mind before figuring out what to do next.
Gaël was used to seeing the snow everywhere on the ground and it didn’t really seem to bother him much. He had been wandering around in his optime form, towering over everything and wondering what to do. Was it for the best to try and make a mutual agreement with his father and just tolerate him or continue to let this grudge ruin his life? It was probably for the best. He had left his guitar at his temporary home. He was going to eventually find a new one, but he was sure that wasn’t going to happen until he had met back up with his siblings and found out which each of them were going to do. The giant carried himself along towards the pack that his father claimed to call his home. He wondered if the chocolate male had changed at all since his last visit. Perhaps he would even remember who he and his siblings were. He emitted a soft sigh from his lips as he moved his nose to the air and sniffed for the borders. The gentle male paused when he caught the scent and was sure that he was in the right spot. Having a sense of respect, he waited for his father. He leaned on a nearby tree and crossed his arms. He could feel the anger rising in his chest, but he had learned how to control this. He hid it with a bored look on his face as his eyes wandered around. His ears remained on alert, listening for any movements coming from within the heart of the pack lands. So far there was nothing but the sound of snow falling from the trees above.