I would rather be content

[Phoenix]

Being a father brought great joy, but it brought great heartbreak. The patriarch of the budding Phoenix clan had always wondered if he would lose his first pair of adopted children, but never in this way. Soon after he had become alpha an old she-wolf had come looking for her grandchildren—who had turned out to be none other than Sun and Moon. Sun had decided to go back with her to learn about her biological family, while Moon opted to stay behind. He held on to Sun’s promise that she would return someday, but each day he missed her a little more. Phoenix understood his daughter’s reason for wanted to go, but he couldn’t help but be dismayed at the timing of it. His newest children wouldn’t have the pleasure of knowing their big sister during their formative months. But one wolf affected by this more than anybody else was her twin brother, Moon.

Poor Moon had become more introverted than ever before, or so it seemed to his father. Phoenix hadn’t seem him much at all during the day, and there were even nights where he didn’t come home util late. Of course, Phoenix knew that his children had their own lives to live, but he felt like he was losing touch with them. And to make matters worse the young ones kept him busy, probably making Moon think that he’d been forgotten. Phoenix needed to talk to his oldest son, make sure he was doing all right and reassure him (and himself, a little) that their family wouldn’t crumble.

Tracking him wasn’t easy, since Moon seemed to traverse every nook and cranny of Storm. Many scent trails even left the lands, following the same paths Phoenix preferred to reach the human ruins. Finally though he locked in on the freshest scent, and followed it ironically back home. My, but that boy new how to make himself hard to find.

[Moon Phoenix]

I'm not gonna do the plot we were thinking of earlier. I'm just not in the mood for that.

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Moon had been confining himself in his den for the last few weeks, which lay a few yards away from his family's, with a tunnel connecting the two chambers big enough for a large wolf to fit through. He slept in a nook dug into the side with the rest of the chamber dedicated to his books, papers, and other whimsical things. At the moment, the silver male was sitting on the floor with a book in one hand and his necklace in the other. This necklace he had found in the Concrete Jungle a few months ago -- a silver, ornate pendant hanging on a silver chain. He had found this in a library on one of his regular visits there, and he had always wondered where it had come from.


He had done some research in his books and found that the design on the pendant was a Celtic knot, a beautiful design that he was unused to seeing. But now he admired the handiwork of the Celts and wanted to understand their culture even further. So the book in his hand was a book on the Druids. They had so many odd ceremonies and so many weird beliefs that Moon was kind of skeptical if this was a real group in history. The humans were an odd people, and while he knew very little about them overall, he did know that most of them didn't walk around some giant stones worshiping whatever god they believed was there. He just couldn't believe some of this silly ideas.

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[Phoenix]

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Even though it meant little to no privacy for him and Iskata, Phoenix preferred to have his children living close at hand. He could be there for them when he was needed. Besides, Storm was a big place. He and his mate could always find someplace else if they needed some alone time—just so long as they let their children know they were heading off and not to disturb them. That was something learned from embarrassing experience. And Moon was a handy guardian for the pups when the parents were overwhelmed, as a good big brother should be. Phoenix always felt a bit nervous when he found his adult son with his nose in a book. Certainly by now Moon was more familiar with human culture than him—would he ever snub his father as unlearned? Reading had just never been a top priority for the massive male. He’d always been too busy just trying to fit in when he was younger, and looking after his children and pack when he’d grown up. At this rate Moon would definitely become more educated than his father someday, and Phoenix hoped that he learned things of value. But there were many important things to a wolf that just couldn’t be found in the humans’ literature. The patriarch didn’t bother to wait for his son’s permission before entering his den. It was merely an addition on his own home anyway. Besides, he doubted Moon could be doing anything that Phoenix couldn’t see—he was still a few months away from that period of his life. “What’s this one about?” he asked, resting his head on his son’s shoulder playfully and looking down into the paper.

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