It was strange for Tony, having never known of any kind of situation similar to this, to be suddenly immersed into it. He regarded Alyssum as family more than he did Skye and her bastard children. And he assumed the same would be for any pups that came of Alyssum and his father's mateship. That was another strange thought, but surprisingly it didn't faze him nor anger him any more. Now that he was a father himself with other things to worry about aside from his own father's crap, he found himself caring less. But the business with Skye was still a sore spot for Tony to say the least.
'Guess tha' makes y' some sorta Grandma then...' Tony muse quietly, a thin grin sneaking itself onto his maw. When the conversation switched to him, he shrugged. 'Aye. Ah'm okay. Sick 'a this arm an' all'. He gestured to his arm, the broken arm. His left one. There was still no feeling in it after all this time, but it's movement was getting much better. It wasn't as if he couldn't do anything with one arm, he was still useful.
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