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Sascha has been doing nothing but staying in his room. It was the only place, other than in his father's room, that he felt safest and the only motivation to leave his safety zone was to feed Donder, Blitzen, and himself. Of course, he would show them some kind of affection by petting them but after he was done with whatever he needed to do, he would return to his room. That has been his life for the past weeks and it was clear that he wasn't the best pack member. Though, even if he put himself out there, the results would be the same. He wasn't the best fighter and he was awkward with everything he did. He couldn't even speak unless he scribbled down what he wanted to say and even then, his English wasn't the best.
He sat on his bed Indian style with his brother's and his own tail in his lap as he ran his clawed hand over them both. His ruby eyes stared at them as he blew raspberries, his mind wandering through his memories of Izaak. Despite the times of fearing him, he did miss him and that would probably never change. The sound he was making bounced off the wall as his mind moved on to Cotl. His brows pulled together more as he remember the fight he had overheard, the corner of his lips being pulled down further than they normally were. He didn't like hearing the argument though he wasn't exactly sure what it was. He had done his best to try to ignore them but he could still hear their voices. He shook his head slightly, blowing raspberries louder as he continue to pet the tails in his lap.