...I'm not a good father... most of the time, I mean. It's just... you know I love that boy, really much, but most of the time, I... don't know how to do things right. The only "good" youth i knew was in the army, if we can even call it good, at least better than how it was before, so I'm sometimes... often, too hard on him and... and... I refuse to be like my father. I'm just... scared... maybe afraid that I'll act too much like "him" sometimes. I wasn't even prepared. I mean, who comes out of a bunker, tries to live in this new face of this desolated world, survive and after settling just… adopts a cub while in their fifties? Is adopting even the right word ? We technically killed his parents but it was a collateral damage, i guess. Maybe I'm just too old to pick up on that naturally ? I know he told me countless times that it was okay and that i still do things right but… i can’t change my mind and how i sometimes just sit there all day while he plays like a normal young one while i just… mope, there in my mind. Eric does it better than me despite his memory losses. I try my best. Yeah... or maybe I'm just raising him like I raise the pack... not sure that's the best upbringing, though... at least he's not alone, right ? You're all here and we're a good family. Who needs the outside world ? Anyway, just some old man rambling on... but you're all here to listen, right? Pff, who the fuck even rambles with their wolves ? Yeah. Probably not the best discussion before a birthday but hey, my dear would have pulled my ears if he heard me say that… okay let’s move now. We have to hunt something big for my 64th birthday. Said i could do it and y’all know my big ego.