Pharaoh had learned the hard way not to howl in the caves. He stepped past the pool, still thinking how odd it was for wolves to just… hide in caves like bears. Caesar would have loved it here, she’d always liked them. He scowled to himself when he thought of his sister. Of everything he had scarified for her and her way of life only to be told by a third party she had left with that ingrate Magnus.
He would always carry that hurt, masked as righteous anger.
“Lady Leas?” He called in a steady tone instead of howling. He knew the sound would carry.
It never occurred to Pharaoh to call for Rathbone instead. Leas was the one who he preferred of the two adults. He suspected, though of course he was too much of a gentleman, that the poor manners displayed by all of the children here with the exception of Auberon were due to them emulating their father. Pharaoh had not failed to notice the way Rathbone all but ignored him during all of their interactions together, the polar opposite of Leas’s clear gratitude, which had wounded Pharaoh’s princely pride somewhat. But, each to their own - he knew he and Babette would not join this pack now so it was of little consequence to Pharaoh.
He settled down in a dignified sit to wait for a response, a trio of rabbits arranged purposefully beside him.
Apr 22, 2018 06:25 PM
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