Gale
this is going to break me clean in two --
this is going to bring me close to you
Mazikeen has not come to him since that first night, but Gale has kept his word. He has not sought her out, and not summoned her till this late autumn evening. He’s certain enough that their coupling had resulted in children that he’s never bothered to Look for them within her.
He is growing less certain that Mazikeen will seek him out again, and he intends to use Sickle to increase the odds that she will. Some part of him knows it is Bad to fixate so closely on a single creature. He should be destroying the world, and instead he cannot look away from the glowing mare that comes toward them.
Gale hadn’t answered Sickle’s second question, and doesn’t until he knows that her mother is close enough to hear what he says. “We had an argument,” he tells his daughter, recalling the way it had felt to plunge his beak into Wishbone’s chest and rip out her beating heart. “I hurt her feelings, so she took you and your brother away from me.”
He considers showing the image of the Tephran's death to Mazikeen, but she is looking fearful rather than angry, and Gale scowls. He’d wanted her to be furious, to burn and rage so he might burst into flame as well, and instead she accuses him of harming their son.
“This is Mazikeen,” he tells Sickle, and reaches out to kiss her, remaining near and savoring the heat of her body against his. “She is happy to have you back home, but I think we might have surprised her.” Gale’s voice is light, sounding from where he speaks just out of sight of Sickle’s mismatched eyes.
His expression is the opposite, and he stares at Mazikeen with a furious intensity that says quite clearly: ‘Stop fucking this up.’
“Malik is back in Tephra,” he continues easily, in a manner he is sure will assuage Sickle. “But he’ll get a chance to come back to the Pack soon too.”
@Sickle
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Gale
