”You are due nothing.” The words rand within his head like the roaring reverberations of a gale, twisting and writhing until he is all but alight with energy. The nerve of this whelp. The absolute GALL! What did he know? What his mother told him…his pack. He had never spoken to his father yet judged him based on a broken perception. You can not know light without darkness so what made this child think he knew his father without talking to him…without hearing his reasons and walking within his pawsteps? What made any wolf within this forsaken world knowledgeable on his situation…and what gave them the right to pass judgement? Oh Leonidas would show them, he would show them all that they would be wise to mind their own business. Leo was so sure that it was this mysterious they who had turned this pup against his own father that he snarled even harder, vowing to pay retribute to them when he got his paws on them. ”You know nothing blood of my blood.” The words are spat just as the child runs like the pup he is and for a moment Leo’s mind stills. It recoils from what just occurred in horror yet he can stop his reaction. Before he knows it he is moving, body moving behind his son’s like the shadow Leo spent his whole life becoming.

Stalking. It was nothing knew to him as he, quite loudly mind you, trailed his son. He could soften his steps and taken care of where he placed his paws but he just couldn’t muster up the will to care. He wanted him to know that he was still there, that he would always be there for then on out…wait. Where did that thought come from? Seemed like old age was coloring his thoughts and in a effort to purge that he allows his mind to wander. So another wolf had given his grandpup a disease. They had traveled specifically to his home and attacked his blood, sickened his blood, and then faded into the darkness. It was incomprehensible, and the perpetrator would surely pay with their life. He will hunt down every wild wolf and invade every pack until he sniffed out the low life that harmed his family. He would if it was the very last thing he did…well one of the very last things he did since that list was rather long.

His lips begin to curl up in a mad smirk as he begins to envision all the ways he would skin the bastard should he find him. So content was he in this task that he almost missed the fact that they had crossed the border line into his old home. Almost. He knew it yet he did not slow nor did he falter in his steps. He was LEONIDAS and he was not afraid of a band of wolves. He would confront this wayward pup and set the record straight before he left. So with narrowed eyes he darts forward and cuts his son off, hopefully stopping him in his tracks. ”At least tell me your name you insolent creep.”