Ahiga was just a boy, that was plain to see. Strel watched him roll his eyes, clearly annoyed with the adult in his life mucking up his plans for independance. Part of him went out to the youth, wishing that he could just let him be and learn on his own. But the rest of him knew better; that abandoning the boy was not the right thing to do at all. He had to do something for Ralla, despite her leaving with her brother in tow, leaving children and mate respectively. He could not blame the children for the sins of the mother, nor could he hate the boy before him for the distance that had grown between his uncles. Ahiga was hardly responsible for the waning passion, for the fading affection. They had never been passionate mates, and they had a rough beginning, middle, and end. And that was not any bit this Nishant's fault.
The boy dismounted, and Strel kept his eyes carefully away from the horse. The creature was not something he knew, nor could he understand it well. It was forbidden meat, and even then it was tasteless for him because it was like a very useful pet. Regardless, Strel could not keep a slight smile from appearing on his face at the boy finally cutting back on the rudeness, despite his right to be mounted before a member of a different pack. But what did Strelein know of honor and politeness?
"I wasn't the one who had the gall to lie to all the people who loved him," he said coldly, remembering what Ralla had told him ages ago. That smile faded quickly though, as the Nishant continued his stubborn stand. Was it really all so bad to see him concerned? And why wouldn't he be able to bother Aniwaya? Last he checked, they were still subordinate to his Kingdom, especially with the fall of the Dreamers. Eyes narrowing briefly, Strel shook his head and sighed heavily at the boy's blasé attitude toward his presence. Was Strel truly nothing important at all? Well, understandable as it was, it was still fairly aggravating. All that he wanted was to make sure Ahiga was alright! "Cut to the chase, I get it." Strel pulled his hands out, gesturing the youth. "Look at you, you're skinnier than you were before? Are you even eating well?" Strel was a skinny man, but that was genetics not starvation. "And Sebastian. Do you understand who he is?" he said harshly, eying the youth darkly, lips pursed. "Do you know what you're doing, Ahiga?"
Photo taken by Fergal of Claddagh. Table style inspired by Kitty.
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