"I've seen you with your pup, Durotan, " Orgrim said, glancing fondly at his brother before looking away, " you're doing a fine job. "
family references / sentence starters: ACCEPTING
They both knew it was not a WOLF pup that Orgrim had referred to, but rather, Durotan’s own son GO’EL; the nickname came from a place of love, however it could have been interpreted, and it was quite commonplace among Frostwolves. They also both knew of the TENSION young Go’el often stirred within the clan, not that it was the little boy’s intention to do so... but being the only fel-blooded, or even TAINTED, orc among his clansmen did not always work in his favor.
“I am glad you think so, friend.” Durotan’s voice was warm, laden with GRATEFULNESS in return to the compliment. “Sometimes it feels as though being his father is even harder than being his chieftain.” It was spoken with a chuckle, a WARM smile curled around worn tusks, but the statement was not purposed ENTIRELY for humor. It was something that often came to him in the dead of the night, as he watched the boy dream of whatever it was he dreamed about in his little pile of furs
Go’el may have been his father’s son in the face, but his FEROCITY and his occasional recklessness were combined products of his mother’s strong spirit and the FEL that gave him life. The babe could CLIMB before he could walk, and even when he could only crawl he often found ways to evade his parents; Orgrim himself had even begun to refer to him as a MONKEY rather than a wolf. Go’el thought it fitting, and this only ENCOURAGED him to find higher trees to climb so that he might truly earn the title. At first, the nature reminded Durotan of his two elder siblings; brash and VIOLENT, eager to be grown so they might wage real war, picking on the weaker children of the clan. That had scared Durotan, for to raise an innocent child into his brothers’ fates was his GREATEST fear.
But Drek’Thar had so gently reminded him of Go’el’s sweet nature, too; Go’el was always the first to help an injured playmate to their feet, always considerate of the restrictions and interests of the OTHER children and one could tell by just the look in his eyes that he loved his friends and family with a FEROCITY that would make any Frostwolf orc proud. He was rash and did not always think everything through, but his heart was ALWAYS in the right place. Orgrim’s word had only REINFORCED that idea; Orgrim had the bluntness to tell him if he thought otherwise.
“But any trials that boy puts me through are worth it. If you ever have children, my brother, then you will understand; there is not a thing on this world that could ever mean MORE to me than he does. My raising him only reflects a FRACTION of that.”
