He had never been called a gentleman in his life, maybe that was because of the jerk that he had for a father, Kaien had never been a nice man either. Abaddon wasn’t an ass though, he was not a rapist, nor was he an outright murderer. He wouldn’t do that, not now, not ever. But seeing all those families around with their pups made him ache in a way that he couldn’t really understand. He had never fancied himself to be a man who would want a family, but somehow, someway, he wanted one, apparently. Deep down, he needed that connection, that pull to a family.

The air changed. The sweet, sultry smell of a female wafted towards him, and he shut his midnight blue eyes, his inky black nose twitched, the white fur underneath it rustled when he exhaled. Dark eyes opened, and he turned his head, shifting into stand. Yes, the female was coming towards him. She was slightly larger than him, which wasn’t hard to believe, he was an average sized male, stocky, well muscled, but he was not gifted in the height department like his father had been. But the simple sight of a female who carried the same colors as his own was strange, she was inky black, with a gold hue and white drifting through as well. But, she was pretty.

Okay, Pretty was an understatement but to be honest, Abaddon doesn’t have the smoothest vocab in the history of the world. She came closer, and spoke, and he laughed. A deep gruff sound that bounced off the nearby rocks. He shook his head, “oh, sorry to break it to you, there’s no little lady waiting anywhere for me.” he laughed, looking at her for a moment, wondering why in the world a young thing like that wanted to talk to him.