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Quote: Harli snorted, turning to face him. "Well thanks for the complement, but what you said after isn't true. I wish it was.." she murmured sadly, tears forming in her eyes. How she wished her son hadn't betrayed her, and she also wondered how her daughters were doing.
"It is, but things can be corrupt..." Jargo insisted, feeling bad. He knew that he had trained Tarro to be a merciless killer, but because the pup had grown up without his mom, he knew her not and therefore was very cold towards her.
Harli nodded somberly, a sorrowful glazed look coming into her eyes. She really did love her son, and she was scared for him. He was alpha of Jargoan pack (just realized it's still called that! Do you think he'll change it to Tarroan pack? Lol!), and if his future looked anything like his father's well, he had a rough life ahead of him.
(No, he is keeping the name that way as a remembrance of his forebearer.)
A sudden howl from not too far away caused Jargo to race to the den entrance. There on the bluff that divided the Loners from the Jargoans stood a black and white dog, his red eyes blazing in the night. Mist swirled around his paws and the moonlight illuminated his coat. He howled again, the sound lonesome and melancholy.
Tarro gnashed his teeth together as he howled. He stood by the loner lands. "What is this monster I've become...? What have I become...? Who am I...?" he growled.
Jargo looked at Harli and his gaze clearly told her that she'd better not run to greet her son. "He is no longer our son; he will kill you!" he warned grimly. "I never meant for him to be this way," he mumbled sadly.
(Ah, okay.)
Harli's eyes grew enormous. Even though Jargo had warned her, she felt a strong desire to comfort her son. Even though it was obvious she could never do so. She nodded, heading to the back of the den. She was carrying pups, and if he did harm or kill her, the pups would suffer greatly.
Tarro's head swung around and he and Jargo held each other's gazes for a long moment, each one clearly unsure of the other. Finally, Tarro gave another mournful, haunting howl, and vanished over the bluff. He knew who he was, now! He was the Alpha of Jargoan Pack! Jargo followed Harli back into the den, his mind swimming with thoughts.
Harli looked at Jargo questioningly. "J-jargo... is he alright?" she wondered.