It felt good to be home again. Home where the lands were moist and the sun more kind in its touch. Back where he could find comfort from recent events and move on despite how hard it seemed to be to do so.
Sometimes Beshtetu felt ashamed that his daughter seemed to be taking the loss better than he was. Even still, he tried to get on with things as he normally would, trying to keep himself occupied with his normal pride duties and routine. It helped to keep busy and his father wouldn't have wanted him to be sad.
There was, of course, another thing on his mind. And that was breaking the news to his son when he returned with his new name. It was bound to come as a shock and he felt cold dread at how they'd tell him. He'd never been much good with words and he did not want to leave that duty to his mate or his daughter alone. Maybe it would be better if they were all there when they broke the news to him.
There was much strength to be found in family.
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