Thyrius had made his own outside of Blossom Forest. He was able to develop himself more, to be the respectful person that totally did not have a murderous mother. The replay of Signless’s death haunted the black beast’s dreams. He knew he’d always be left with that stain on his ego and mind; however, he’d try to maintain his reputation – no one had to know. No one. Not even the mate he had found himself. She was a lone wolf, just like himself, and the pheromones had just taken over him. However, rather than leaving her after their rendezvous, he stuck by her side. It was the responsible thing to do, after all. She was pregnant with his potential children.

However, as the days passed, she appeared to grow weaker, more weak than the average pregnant female wolf. He could not hide his concern, and he tried to aid her in whatever way he could. It only helped for so long – his mate had gone into labor, and the last of her energy was used to deliver one child. Her heart stopped beating, and Thyrius felt his heart stiffen. The plasma reeked of death – had there been more children, that unfortunately died inside the womb? That would make the most sense. However, Thyrius would give what attention he could to the little lass who made it out alive. He nudged her tortoiseshell-colored body towards her now dead mother, to try and get some nutrients in the little one, before he picked her up by the scruff and left the den. Leaving the life he had hoped would work out, the one that would make him forget about his past. Little did Thyrius know, he’d have to confront it.

That all too familiar scent eventually had crossed his path, one he had hoped he would not have to cross again – his mother’s. But another scent wafted into his nose…Lucaya? No, that could not be the case. She was angrier at mother than he was, but if she had forgiven Kanaya…potentially…he could too? Thyrius from a few weeks ago would have thought that inconceivable, however, after his meeting with several mothers and talking with them about children…there was a possibility. He made a sharp turn, jostling Joy around a bit as she dangled from his maw. ”Daddy…where are we going?” This was a question the little lass had kept asking during their journey over the past two weeks. Most of the time, his answer was something along the lines of ‘an adventure’ and he would entertain the idea, however, this time his answer was different. He spoke, his words muffled as the tortoiseshell-colored girl swayed from his maw. ”Going to see someone.” Joy’s black tipped tail wagged excitedly, her light teal eyes eagerly watching the way they were heading, however, because she was still young, she could not see much.

The two wandered into Starfall, and as soon as they had stepped into the lands, Thyrius felt a power surge through his legs, and felt little miss Joy, who had fallen asleep, get slightly heavier as her ears grew to that of a…rabbit? The confusion did not last long, as his mother and sister’s scents became much stronger. He started to run, which caused Joy to wake up and yowl/whimper out as she basically just flopped everywhere. Thyrius however had tight enough of a grip to keep her in place, but loose enough to not hurt his baby. His Joy. The black brute barely noticed he had crossed over Hawthorne’s pack borders, but soon enough, he slowed down to a stop in the meeting clearing. Their scent was strongest here…along with several other scents. His father…more scents like his sister’s…he felt a pang of loneliness and guilt rush through him. Had he really missed out on so many family members. He placed his daughter down, who wobbled a bit as she was dizzy from the run, in addition to still getting used to the extra weight from her long, floppy rabbit ears. Thyrius would wait for his presence to be recognized by none other than his family, his dark teal eyes scanning the lands. Lucaya would be easier to face first.

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