( that's an answer, but even kirma is hard pressed to accept it as an honest one. this time, he's the one that's left considering options. could he rise to the occasion? sure— he doesn't need to know the source of his legacy to understand the violent beast that's locked away within him, that leaks out around the corners whenever he's not vigilant. for that same reason, he's loathe to indulge it; and as he recalls, the last time he got carried away, a certain fox in his lap was none too pleased about it.
that last detail is what ultimately gives him the most pause. that's also the reason he has to question the authenticity of this at all— if not for that, he might not hesitate so much, though the lack of enthusiasm would remain. ah, it's so hard, when you're a vanilla little dog... )
If that's what you want.
( so he says, but he's leaning back, not forward. his eyes, distant and somber. there certainly are feelings there; nothing so dramatic as love, mind. it's something genuine, all the same. )
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that last detail is what ultimately gives him the most pause. that's also the reason he has to question the authenticity of this at all— if not for that, he might not hesitate so much, though the lack of enthusiasm would remain. ah, it's so hard, when you're a vanilla little dog... )
If that's what you want.
( so he says, but he's leaning back, not forward. his eyes, distant and somber. there certainly are feelings there; nothing so dramatic as love, mind. it's something genuine, all the same. )
But there are other wolves in the forest.