The Pack (male reader x wolf furries)

Truth Revealed

Morning. It was morning. Fucking yay. That was sarcasm by the way.
I wake up feeling like absolute shit. I must overexerted myself yesterday. I knew I should've just went for the kill from the start. How did I let myself commit such an act of stupidity? Oh yeah, because I'm a teenager...

Fuck it.

Yn: I'm starving.

Yn: Donovan, you awake?

Donovan: Am now.

Yn: You hungry?

Donovan: I could use a bite or two.

Yn: I'll get started then.

I set straight to work on the food. I was done fixing the grub in fifteen minutes or so. We ate in silence.

When we finished, we both burned what was left of our garbage, and sat down talking.

Donovan: How did you do it?

Yn: Do what?

Donovan: Take on two beasts at once.

Yn:... I uh... Would rather not talk about that... It was not exactly pleasant.

Donovan didn't like that answer much, but he dropped it anyway.

Donovan: You did good patching me up.

Yn: I've had experience.

Donovan: Who taught you?

Yn: My father... Before he passed on...

Donovan knew he hit a soft spot, but pressed on.

Donovan: What was he like?

Yn: The most honest man you'dve ever met... He valued family and honesty above all else. He was loyal and a softy. Not to say he wouldn't have rocked your world if ya pissed him off.

Donovan: So what a dad should be... He sounds like a good man.

Yn: He was...

Donovan: What happened?

Yn: You remember that war twenty-five years ago?

Donovan: He was drafted?

Yn:.... Yep...... He was.....

Donovan: I'm sorry.

Yn: You didn't kill him... You didn't recruit him... You are exempt from my hate list... You don't need to apologise.

Donovan: Did he die with honor?

Yn: Took twenty with him... One semtex...

Donovan: Sacrifice...

Yn: Yep...

We sat silently. He said no more. Not for a bit. Then he thought of something.

Donovan: What about your mother?

Yn: She abandoned me. She doesn't deserve to be called my mother.

Donovan: I... I see. When did it happen.

Yn: I was ten.

Donovan: You seen her since?

Yn: No, and I'd rather not.

Donovan: Thought so.

We sat in silence again. We didn't speak at all. Just sat there contemplating our survival.

??? PoV

We watch as they sit there in silence. They spoke for a bit and went silent. The tougher of the two have off an aura of sadness and anger. The bigger gave of a scent of worry, curiosity, and a slight twinge of fear.