04-18-2010, 11:43 PM
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No matter what, he did love his father. It was not anything warm and fuzzy; quite the opposite, it was something unwieldy and chilling. But he thought that no one else in the world deserved his utmost attention, his devotion. So his blue eyes burned silently as his father praised him, just as his mother did, though the tone was so much different. "Yes, sir," he murmured at Haku Soul's request, dipping his head slightly. He was sad that his father was having to go so soon, but he was a busy man that had a pack to run. He understood, and he would wait to see his father again.
Haku left and King waited, entertained by his own thoughts as he stared into the living woods of Dahlia de Mai. He focused on nothing else until his mother returned. He could see something in her eyes, in her face, when she recognized the fresh scent of their leader. But King said nothing, his great blue eyes -- Haku's eyes -- boring into her as she greeted him. He did not need to say anything, he knew she knew.