Alone. Being alone for someone so small was a dangerous thing, in his big, open world - and here recently, that was exactly the condition he found two of his daughters in. Neglected - he still couldn’t believe his ears.

His eyes lingered over the figure of his brother; he knew in his heart that he could trust this hare more than any wolf he had ever come across. Y-yeah, me either, brother. I forgot for a moment how earth shattering it was. And to think, his daughters - he shivered.

He closed his eyes and nodded. It is not a wrong assumption. Most of the time, it is the correct one. Not with me, though. That much was clear. He smiled at his brother. I was raised by a girl and a cougar. And then later, when she found a mate, his best friend turned out to be a tiger, and later, Duskguard would be born.

... and my first love was a deer, with golden antlers. So maybe I’m the one that doesn’t fit in the equation. Maybe I should never have fallen in love with a wolf at all, he tilted his head with a sad smile and shook his head.

Two of the five are in my possession. I found them alone, just as I have you, with claims of being forsaken. He slowly brought his eyes to meet Sycamore’s.