Gale
this is going to break me clean in two --
this is going to bring me close to you
“Of course,” Gale replies. “She was the white one, yes?” The host and his brother have a shared taste, the Curse recalls, picturing starry Islas, the purple-eyed Ischians, Mazikeen, and now Noel.
He will give her a message indeed, and it will be that she is not welcome, and that it is at Bolder’s request.
“You can do anything here.” Gale’s voice is softer now, because he can tell that Bolder is swaying, that the idea of becoming a wolf has tempted his young nephew for some time.
He demonstrates, trading his equine shape for a lupine one, the transformation starting in his chest and radiating outward rapidly. He remains still to give the boy a better demonstration of the shape, but does turn his head toward Mazikeen.
He is thinking of the deer that are grazing on the far side of the meadow: a doe, her two newborns, and last year’s fawn, a young buck. Gale dislikes the odd shade of yellow that the stag wears, and has been meaning to cull him before it spreads.
Maybe they can get Bolder into the shape of a young wolf, Gale thinks.
Maybe they can take him hunting.
The prospect makes him smile.
“Close your eyes,” he says, “I will Show you the wolf.” And then its there, the image of a chestnut wolf, one with his golden markings, one that looks strong and proud and bold. All the things a young shifter should be.
So this is why fatherhood is said to not be entirely terrible. There is fun to be had in raising a child, in experiencing the Firsts of life with them.
Gale is not at all upset to be taking these Firsts from his brother. Surely Nashua will not begrudge him First Hunt, First Kill, First Murder.
The wolf opens its mouth in a smile and a pant, his bright eyes fixed on Bolder as he waits for the boy to shift.
@Mazikeen
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current appearance: glowing perlino stallion with feathered quetzalcoatl forelimbs, lightning, and iridescent navy blue scarring -> glowing perlino timberwolf with blue scarring and lightnings
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Gale
