"Family." Says the wolf. Though that word leaves a bitter taste in his own mouth.
Break my muse in 15 words or less.
Family. One word that makes his heart clench as Remmick's face goes blank. His people. His Clan before- Sucking in a breath, Remmick steels himself before releasing it slowly. "Aye, always nice to have," he smiles wryly. "If'n you lost 'em, why not make your own?" -and he has. He is. His own messed up group of individuals bound by his blood, but family all the same.










