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 Howling Wolf At The Midday Son, Kada
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Stanimir was shocked to have learned that his son wasn’t at Durmstrang this year. But he supposed that goes without saying, given the two’s circumstance. And getting to Hogwarts was easier said then done for one who has never been there personally. He had heard much of it through his travels of course, and seen many memorabilia as part of his job.

But he didn’t give two shits about the school itself. Only about Arkadi Milan Novak . Going through a very roundabout means of travel to getting to Hogwarts, he started off with taking a portkey from London to Hogsmeade. One of the few things he’ll never get used to in life. Then he decided to walk up the way towards the castle from there.

It took quite some time to even make it to halfway. His side beginning to burn around this time. His hands shaking as he takes out his flask to drink his medicine. He made sure to have plenty of it on hand as he approached the school. He didn’t want another experience of not having it. Not when he was this close.

When he could begin to see the castle come into view, he started to cut through the forest and walk towards the east. His dark trench coat swiped against the branches that stuck off the ground. Sometimes he would get caught and must pull on his coat to wrest it free from the clutches of nature. The noises of the forest began to creak and stir, and Stanimir was on edge his entire walk through.

Howls off into the distance, though it was still daylight. Well, from what he could tell from the small light that poured in from the gaps between the tree lines. His hand reached into his coat and gripped his wand tightly, brandishing it. He was on edge from the sounds in this forest. He knew as his time traversing the many forests in Europe that things tended to hide within the darkness.

Without getting too far from the tree line, but far enough that he could remain hidden, he kept trekking through until he got to a certain point. He wasn’t sure where he was, but it was a decent locale. A nice little clearing just forty feet away from the tree line, meaning it was close enough to get to and from. Now was just a spot to pick to transform.

Moving away from the small clearing he had discovered, he found a small alcove in a tree. A perfect spot to hide his clothes. He wouldn’t want someone to discover them and making off with it. Making a quick check around, Stanimir began to put everything away, covered by his coat, which blended into the tree. But that wasn’t enough no, he put a ward on it, to stave away unwanted attention.

Now Stanimir stood, but soon no longer. Striving forward, his skin turned to fur. His body structure shifted. He went from standing on two legs to being on all. And he grew a tail and a snout. He had transfigured himself into a wolf. His grey fur shaggy and darker in some places. His eyes peering with his grey eyes. He looks like any other wolf. Except for a different on his side. His left side to be exact. Though hard to tell from afar, upon closer inspection reveals that it is hollowed out, that something is missing.

But he still moves as he does, approaching the way towards the school and looking for a specific person. His sense of smell has vastly improved as well, he could tell that he was nearby. So, he sat at the tree line. A sight that most would find particularly odd. Sitting alone amidst the trees of the forbidden forest, was a grey timber wolf.

Sitting perfectly, as if a statue. But on occasion, its head did move in a direction. The way the wind was blowing. And it picked up a scent. Upon getting up from where he sat, Stanimir howled to the sky. Drawing the subject of the cry to him. His grey eyes fell upon his son, though unknowing of the real identity of the wolf. Turning around, Stanimir began a slow pace towards the clearing he had found just forty feet deep.

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When Kada had received a letter detailing the events of the SPELLCRAFT over the summer, he had been skeptical at first. He’d spent days reading over the contents, trying to decide if he should bother putting his name in to be considered champion or not. In the end, he decided to. His adoptive brother had, and Kada felt a need to try to compete with the other boy for once. Perhaps maybe outdo him. Not that he’d have a chance. As soon as he even mentioned that he was thinking about it, his brother wasted no time in seeking out his application and hiding it. It took him weeks to find where it was, and by the time he did the deadline had already passed.

Just like that, he was out of luck. Vladan was a rotten bastard, and he was finding himself wanting to hate the other boy more and more. Once he arrived at Hogwarts it became easier to avoid his family. He was avoiding a lot of people, actually. Most of his days since the opening feast were spent alone. Kada hadn’t bothered to socialize with others, and even those who he did talk to on occasion weren’t on his radar to visit. Instead, he’d spent most of his time wandering the grounds, or hiding away in an empty classroom whenever he could get away with it. He wasn’t feeling social. He felt like an outcast like he shouldn’t even have bothered attending.

Whatever insecurities he held had taken hold harder than ever before. His desires were at a bare minimum at best, and he didn’t even feel compelled to search out a companion to comfort him. There was no point in seeking out sex or well anything. He just felt alone. And Vladan made sure to throw rude comments at him whenever he could, remarking how he would never have been made champion even if he had tried. Perhaps his brother was right, but it still didn’t make him question if he should have entered sooner. If he should have just stayed silent, and applied without so much as speaking his intentions out loud. At least then he’d feel some connection with everyone else who’d felt the disappointment in not being chosen.

Kada stormed out of the castle, after another wave of loneliness and desire to be isolated hit him hard. If there was one good thing he could say about Hogwarts, it was that the outdoor parts weren’t so bad to be around. He could enjoy sitting by the lake or sneaking off to hike through the forest whenever he saw an opportunity. Even just sitting in the forest brought a sense of calmness to him, almost as if he could feel a sense of belonging there.

His feet moved swiftly across the grass, as his eyes stared at the entrance into the woods before him. It hadn’t been his first place to go, but after walking around in circles for a few minutes he finally decided to head there. The forest would be better than nothing. He’d have a place to sit and think at least, and if he was lucky wouldn’t have to worry about anyone sneaking up on him. Once he arrived at the entrance, Kada turned to see if anyone had followed him. Any staff or Prefects who would only tell him off, or anyone else who might be nosey and decide to follow. No one was there, and with that confirmation, he stepped onto the trail and into the woods.

He heard the howl seconds after he entered, and without even thinking followed the sounds out of curiosity. He had seen wolves before. Hell, he was almost certain an entire pack lived near the outskirts of Durmstrang. Kada swore he could distinctly remember hearing howls there as well, but he never paid them much mind in the past.

It took a while before he found the wolf, stumbling a little to stop himself from getting too close. Kada watched it closely for a moment. Stepping back, he raised his hands in a peaceful motion, trying to signal that he meant no harm. “Easy boy.” He whispered, stepping back a few inches acting on instinct. He hadn't dealt with wolves much in the past. Being cautious felt right, even more so if he was dealing with a highly territorial creature. But the more he watched the wolf, the more he got the feeling that perhaps this one was different.

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The scene had been set, he was here. It had been so long since Stanimir had last seen Arkadi that he barely recognized him. Though he wished he could reveal himself to his son, Stanimir just didn’t know how to. Or if he could even be a good father in the first place. He would just have to settle for being in wolf form and watching over him from afar. It was the only way he knew how to keep him safe.

If a wolf could sigh, Stanimir would be doing so just now. It seemed his son knew next to nothing about wolves. What he just did could be considered an act of cowardice, which would give the wolf confidence and attack. But lucky for the boy, Stanimir was that wolf, and had no plans to attack his own blood. So, in his wolf form, he slowly approached Arkadi, though he had to act like a wolf.

So, there was a slow approach and his grey eyes locked onto the boy’s eyes. Approaching him, Stanimir started to sniff the air, just like what a wolf would do. Then he moved closer, and rubbed his head against Arkadi’s leg. It was perhaps a strange thing to do, but he had to make his son feel comfortable around the wolf, and this seemed to be the only way he could think of that would make that happen.

After doing that, he moved away from his son and started to walk away before laying down on the ground. His grey eyes turning to look at Arkadi and waited, but then his head turned towards a tree stump not that far away from where he laid. He was silent the whole time, not making a noise as he waited. He didn’t want to spook his son anymore then he probably already has. It wouldn’t be good for either of them.

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Already he felt foolish standing there, immediately realizing that maybe he’d made a mistake. The wolf had surprised him. He hadn’t treated it like a wolf, but like some random stray that he might have seen on the street. He didn’t know what else to do except stand there. Stand there and wait. What for he wasn’t sure, but he wasn’t going to just turn away with little reason. He’d remain where he was for as long as possible, refusing to leave the forest unless it became clear his throat was about to be torn out. It was a risky choice, but part of him didn’t care. It was often difficult to bother caring for his safety even remotely, let alone what others might think if he were found injured or maimed.

The lack of growls coming from the creature was unexpected. Kada tilted his head to the side as he watched the wolf approach him. As tempted as he was to back away, he chose not to. Instead, he forced his feet to remain firmly planted in place, while his eyes watched the wild canine carefully. It didn’t attack. Or make any moves to try to frighten him away, rather the wolf rubbed its head against his leg. It was an odd gesture, but Kada couldn’t say that he wasn’t relieved.

Without thinking he stretched out his hand to reach out to the wolf, allowing his fingers to comb through the creature’s fur. For a short moment, he scratched the wolf behind the ears, in a similar manner one might to a dog. It was probably idiotic. He was already expecting to get bit or growled at, and yet something told him that maybe he was safe. Kada pulled his hand away soon after, doing his best to respect the animal’s space. This wasn’t a domesticated creature. It was a wild animal and one that deserved more respect than him scratching it behind its ears.

Kada turned to watch the wolf as it moved away from him. He was half-tempted to leave there, and allow the wolf to return to prowling the woods in peace. Instead, he moved back a few inches before sitting down next to one of the trees. Once he was leaning against it, his eyes returned to the wolf while he watched it carefully. “Did you get separated from your pack? Or have you always been a lone wolf?” It was a pointless question. Foolish even, but he couldn’t stop himself from speaking up. Did Hogwarts even have a wolf pack living in their woods? Besides, it wasn’t like it even mattered. “I’m kind of a lone wolf too, I guess. It feels like I’ve always been alone.”

As genuine as his words were, he still felt like an idiot for speaking up. Still, in that moment he felt safe. He was away from other people; he was away from his awful siblings. If he was going to speak up it was best to do out in private. He might finally be able to let some things free, thoughts that he often kept locked up on a day to day process. Out there alone, it felt safer to just allow himself to show some weakness.

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Odd, this feeling. Being treated as if he were in fact a real canine. Stanimir never had done this around his family, and had always kept the fact that he was an animagus a secret. But this was an entirely new feeling. Was it because of his son being so close? Or was it because he wasn’t hunting as a wolf? But the scratching, that was a pleasant and quite… heart warming? The old Russian man couldn’t tell. Growing up they didn’t have any dogs, they couldn’t afford one. The joys of Communist Russia in those days.

However, shaking his thoughts of such things, he returned his focus to what was at hand. Or in his case, what was at paw. His grey eyes followed his son as he fell back against a tree and sat upon the ground. Well that is one way to stick around and have a chat. Though Stanimir couldn’t do much, else he would tip off Arkadi about there being something afoot. At least something suspicious about the wolf before him.

His ears twitched as his son began to speak again. This time more than previously, which was just something to attempt to calm the wolf. Now he was conversing with him, and this nearly broke Stanimir’s heart. He truly loved his son, but he feels like he’d be an awful father that he just couldn’t do that. It had to be a secret, and all he could do would be to watch over his son and maybe have more of these moments in the future. Whatever may happen.

Though listening to what his son was saying, Stanimir closed his eyes. Yes, he has been a lone wolf for so long. His family, *their family* hasn’t been something Stanimir ever felt like he could be apart of. His work was always so dangerous that he wasn’t sure he could get them involved. But seeing as he needed that supplement income, he kept up with his bounty hunting. Opening his eyes back up, he barked in confirmation to his son. Even though just moments earlier he said not to do anything that would tip his hand as it were, here he was doing just that.

Upon hearing his next words however, Stanimir got up from the ground and began to approach his boy. He just wanted to tell him that he wasn’t alone and everything would be fine. But what right did he have of that? None, that was the correct answer. He had given all of that up the moment he gave up Arkadi. Right now however, he could be there for his son. So, he approached. Even though he was in his wolf form he approached. Right up close to his son, which might have been a bit unnerving for the boy.

But hopefully he had inherited a sense of bravery, or a tough Russian constitution. Stanimir, in his wolf form, began to brush his head against his son’s and rub his neck. Hopefully this would give him some comfort, and not feel so alone. Moving away, just a bit, he began to sit upon the ground next to his son and just watch him. Tilting his head to the side, his grey eyes just peered down towards his son. Hoping to hear more.

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It was a strange feeling, to be sitting in the woods talking to an animal. One that most likely couldn’t understand him. It still felt weird, but a sense of comfort came from just letting out his feelings. He could just talk away from anyone. Kada had never been one to talk about emotions. Instead, he tried to hide whatever was bothering him, often turning to other activities to let things out. Fighting was a big one. It was why he’d initially joined Ulevflokk. To beat the shitty emotions out of himself, so that he could go back to living life as if nothing was wrong.

Things were wrong though. Things were always wrong. No matter how much he tried, Kada always questioned his status in the world. His refused to acknowledge him whenever possible. His adoptive father wasn’t a nice person, often not shying away from punching him whenever he did anything to upset the man. Or to just take his anger out on him. The siblings were probably the worst. Both bullies, who weren’t afraid of pushing him around however they saw fit. The brother more physically and the sister was a manipulative, psychotic bitch who seemed to know exactly how to wrap him around her finger.

Kada hadn’t expected the wolf to make a move toward him once more. He’d grown comfortable and slowly came to accept that he was probably more likely just talking to himself than anything. When the wolf did approach him, he watched the creature for a few seconds. Taking in the way it moved, and preparing to leave if so much as a growl left the creature’s lips. Not that he expected that. With how things were going, he got the feeling that the canine was relatively lax. It was almost like it wanted to be there.

He was taken aback when the wolf rubbed its head against his. Surprisingly to him, it wasn’t out of fear, but the situation was shocking. It felt almost like being comforted by a pet who had sensed he was struggling. The motion proved that animals had keen instincts, ones that he couldn’t think that any person possessed. They were able to read when someone was having a hard time, and Kada wanted to believe that the wolf was trying to comfort him. It seemed right to assume as such. He didn’t make a move for a while, instead letting his face fall into the fur for a moment. Just taking everything in stride before moving his hands to comb through the creature’s fur once more.

Even if it may not have meant much to the wolf the motions were comforting. Only when the wolf moved away once more, this time sitting closer to him, did he finally let his hands fall to touch the ground before him. He wasn't sure what else to do. If he should go on and say more, or if it was almost time for him to leave before one of the professors decided to try looking for him. Assuming anyone had even noticed he was gone, that is.

He ended up decided to speak once more, if only to get more thoughts off my chest. “I shouldn’t feel alone. My brother and sister are in there…” he stated, turning to face the direction of the castle for a moment. “But they’re not good people. I think…sometimes I think they take joy in trying to hurt me. In trying to push me until I break.” Not that he had broken yet. Well not to the point where he felt like he was going insane, but it made him feel more alone than ever. That wasn’t how family was supposed to be. It wasn’t how siblings should act. If he had a normal family, then maybe they’d all support each other. Cheer each other on and help one another overcome struggles. No one should have had to endure such bullying.

“Maybe I’m overthinking it, I don’t know.” Kada sighed, allowing his shoulders to slump over a little. “Maybe I am weak, and they’re right in telling people they’re trying to make me stronger. But it doesn’t feel like it.” It didn’t feel like it at all. It was bad enough he felt like he was living in a constant state of pressure. The threat of being severely beaten if he disgraced the family, or if his father felt that he needed to be smacked. Then there was performing in school and ensuring he didn’t fail, just so he wouldn’t have to worry about those around him laughing at him. Being held back at Durmstrang would surely only result in him enduring endless mockery, more so that he was sure people already did behind his back.

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Warm. This feeling of being with his child, even though it was under guise. Stanimir felt he couldn’t be a proper parent to Arkadi, and that he would’ve only brought him pain and misery due to his constant travelling and dangerous work. Cursebreaking was a tough job, and there was always a risk of one day using the wrong spell or getting the wrong information and getting injured. But his more dangerous job was being a bounty hunter.

Be it going after items or people, the old Russian man was always on the move. His apartment in London barely used or kept after. It was just a place to rest and recover whenever he needed to. Though it pained him, he knew it had to be this way. As he brushed against his son, and hoped to comfort whatever what may be causing him anguish, he felt his son give in and bury his face into the grey fur. For just a moment, it felt like a hug.

Also the hand running through the coarse fur, it felt nice. There was only so much he could do in this form. He couldn’t talk back or actually embrace his son, he could just sit there and listen. Which is what he aimed to do, especially since his son began to speak some more. Stanimir’s wolf ears, twitching the sound intently and attempting to get all the sound in.

The words spoken from the younger boy tugged at the old Russian’s heart. He just wanted to tell him that everything will be okay, and that he is far stronger just for surviving whatever he has been through. And that no matter what happens, his father loves him. But there was no way to convey that message, besides turning back into his human form and saying those very words. He couldn’t do that. Not yet.

His grey eyes followed towards the direction Arkadi’s head turned towards. Though he couldn’t see where the castle, he knew where it was. He had seen it while hanging around the edge of the forest. When the words continued to come forth, Stanimir let out a bark at the word weak. The young boy is of his blood, he is not weak. No matter what anyone says or does. Any Kovlov is a strong individual, he would just need to see his aunt for that. A ball crusher in the courtroom.

But Stanimir’s bark was a disagreeing bark, not one of anger. He didn’t agree with his son’s line of thinking. Weak, nobody is truly weak except if they perceive they are. Each individual has strengths that they just need to explore and adapt to. Something he wished he could help his son out with. But sadly he couldn’t do that. But maybe someone at this school could?

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Relaxed. He thought he felt relaxed as he sat there. When his fingers combed through the wolf’s fur it felt no different than what he might do to a pet. Like what he might do with his dog, a dog that couldn’t accompany him to school. Kada took a moment to think about the young husky. He’d found her abandoned in the streets, and felt a need to rescue her. Frightened and alone it took awhile for him to earn her trust, but over time the two became reliant on each other. The dog became his best friend.

It was sad but true. Yet he wouldn’t have it any other way. He was grateful to have found the small pup, even if the fight to earn her trust hadn’t been easy. Just having one loyal friend was enough, it made him feel a little less alone.

In some ways, he spoke in a way that he might to Zarya. With an ease of comfort, acting more as if he were alone but not completely. There was no one around who might judge him, and so he was safe. Fingers combed through the wolf’s fur as he spoke, his eyes staring intently at a nearby tree. When he finished his gaze would move up to the sky, as he fought back the urge to yell out every curse he could think of at his family. To curse himself for not having the courage to fight back against his family. He didn’t know what was holding him back. If he was truly afraid, or if some part of him continued to hold some sense of loyalty to those who had raised him. Perhaps it was a mixture of both.

Hearing the wolf bark, his body jolted a bit in shock from the sound. Kada hadn’t expected it and turned to look at the creature almost immediately afterward. It hadn’t been a hostile bark. No, if so he was sure he would have felt some kind of bite. Or claws raking against his arm. It was almost like the animal was disagreeing with him. Was he mistaken? Most likely, but at the same time it didn’t seem so different than something his dog might do. Except well, the dog would most likely follow up with a nuzzle in an attempt to get more attention.

“Maybe I’m not weak…” Kada blurted without thinking, almost like he was realizing some new information. “When I’m fighting I don’t feel weak. I just don't know, and then some people keep kicking me down. And of course, I don’t have many friends. I feel like I’ve always been surrounded by people who don’t give two shits about me.” A hand moved toward the ground, and his fingers clung to the grass sprouting from it.

He cast another gaze at the wolf and was once again reminded that he wasn’t alone. Even back at home, he had his dog with him, a dog who he wished could have accompanied him to the school. “My only friend is my dog. I don’t know what she’s doing now, but I wish she could have come here with me. It’s selfish, but I feel like I’m missing a crucial part of me. I’m missing my best friend.”

Without thinking he reached over to pat the wolf’s neck once more, once more out of habit. The gesture was too familiar to him, but it was comforting all the same. He wasn’t sure if there was anyone else who could help him. It was beginning to feel almost like animals were the best company for him. Like being around other humans only led to constant disappointment, sometimes suffering.

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A part of Stanimir wished he could take in his son, give him a home that was warm and kind. But due to his constant travelling, and dangerous side-career… well he just had to keep his distance. Maybe upon graduating he could reach out, and maybe reconnect? Would Arkadi even want that or accept him? There would probably be many hurt feelings in that situation. Potentially things being thrown or fists colliding with faces. The older Russian gentleman just couldn’t wrap his head around the concept of being a father. He didn’t feel like he could be one, all he could do was protect.

But how could he protect his son, being so distant? As his son talked about his homelife, there was a tinge of anger and shame welling inside of him. If he acted upon them however, he would only cause trouble for his only son. That he would never want. Stanimir’s grey eyes stuck to his son as he petted the fur. Which felt quite nice to be honest. At least his son is sticking to the head and upper torso and away from his side. He couldn’t get to his medicine in this form if he did do so.

Listening to his son’s words, Stanimiri’s ears twitched, taking in the information that his son is now just realizing. Closing his eyes, the wolf leaned forward and bumped its head against the boy. At least Arkadi was able to figure that out, that he isn’t weak. If he could frown as a wolf, he would be. His son is fighting at school, and he feels isolated. If only he could help him out. Teach him to be braver and fight his internal demons better. There would have to be a way, some way that he could achieve this. But the current idea eludes him. He’ll just have to think of something at some point.

Moving its head away, the wolf opened its eyes and began to stare at the Durmstrang student before it. Stanimir listened to Arkadi about how he does have one friend, though its his dog. At least he likes canines well enough. Though, him being within the vicinity of a ‘wild wolf’ and not showing too much in the way of fear should’ve tipped him off that his son likes canines. It warmed his heart however, knowing that his son truly cared for his animal companion. It just moved Stanimir to know his son was so full of compassion, despite his hardships.

When he felt the hand brush through his fur, Stanimir instinctively at this point leaned into it and accepted the petting. His eyes closing and began to lay down next to Arkadi and place his head upon his son’s lap. Getting comfortable it seems, though perhaps that is how it should be? He wanted to be in his son’s life, and this is perhaps the only way he could for the next few months. Though Stanimir did want to know more about the life of his son, he just had to be content with being told things at his own pace, and not forcing the situation. That just wouldn’t be good for either of them.

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With each minute that passed, there was some part of Kada that was beginning to wish he could remain in the forest for the entirety of the year. It was an impossible wish. Despite how he felt he wasn’t an idiot. His education was important, or at least he hoped it would be. If there was any hope for him to do anything with his life, then taking time to focus on studies needed to be a priority. Or he needed to try, to make any attempts possible to not fail.

Failure. Just thinking about it was enough to make him feel hopeless; the very idea of it sent some sense of determination to course through his body. If he could he wanted to succeed in something. If for no other reason but to prove that he wasn’t worthless. If he could even find some sense of purpose, then maybe...maybe that would be one step to ending the sense of loneliness that constantly flooded his thoughts. If he felt alone because he was worthless or weak, then he would fight against those notions. After all fighting was one of the few things he was skilled at. He was always fighting against something, some battles ended quicker than others. And sometimes he wondered if it would ever stop.

Continuing to move his fingers through the wolf’s fur, Arkadi remained silent for a few moments. Rather than going on to speak more, he turned his head to take in his surroundings. Took a moment to find solace in the forest, enjoying the quiet of nature for once. It was strange but he didn’t feel alone. Outside felt more comforting, in nature was more relaxing. Even with no one around, except for the wolf, he felt far from alone. It was inside, around everyone in the castle, where he felt like an outsider. Where constant feelings about not belonging hit him hard, yet at the same time there was always a desperate sense, a longing for companionship that coursed through him.

It was all too complicated. Kada often felt like he couldn’t comprehend his own thoughts, his own feelings. “I feel comfortable out here. Even without my dog...I feel less alone. Being away from everyone is easier…” The words sounded stupid the second they came out his mouth, he had no doubts about that. Kada almost regretting saying them, yet he refused to take them back. “It strange how it can be more lonely in crowds.”

True if he had friends, then perhaps he wouldn’t think such thoughts. The problem was he never knew who he could trust. There were some people who seemed nice enough, but none of them struck him as being the friend type. Head tilted up so he could look at the sky, Kada let his hand continue brushing the wolf’s fur. “I thought about running away. I changed my mind though, I didn’t want them to be right. I don’t want to be worthless...or...or alone. I don’t want to lose any of these battles.”

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Stanimir didn’t know how to feel. His son is so close, yet so far away at the same time. The older Russian ached just to tell his son that he loves him, and that everything will be okay. Damn his pride! Damn his inability to actually be a father to his son, to his own kin. His choice of career was also a factor into why he couldn’t be a proper father to his son. Not the cursebreaker career, that is a safer job comparatively to his moonlighting career as a bounty hunter. Tracking hardened criminals across Europe and bringing them in for justice.

But because of that career path, but because he chose to be a bounty hunter… he made enemies. Sometimes powerful ones, who could destroy his life in an instant. Which caused him to distance himself from his family. Much to the anger of his sisters, who on occasion still reach out to him and demand to know how he is doing. He cannot win with his little sisters and their families. People who he wants to protect, but still pull him in despite his warnings. He should’ve left his son with them however, upon hearing the words he spoke.

The apparent abuse he goes through, he’ll have to do something about this. Just, some way to pull Arkadi out of this hellish situation he is in. Stanimir’s own thoughts turned onto what his son might think of him. Does he even wonder who his biological father is? Wonder where he might be? Does he dream of being with him? If Arkadi only knew that he was with his father at this very moment. That the wolf he was talking to, bonding with, was actually his father in his animagus form. That raises the question however; should he meet his son, face to face? Would Arkadi be surprised that his father is… to put it bluntly, an old man.

Just feeling the fingers run through his fur was a delight. Though it was also an odd feeling. As he rarely spent time with people in this form. Unless it was tracking someone in the wilderness of course. The heightened sense of smell proved to be incredibly useful to the old Russian. It helped in remaining undetected as well. Nobody blinks twice when they find wolf tracks in the woods, or see a wolf just out on their own. Though they might panic if the wolf gets too close. That is why he remains at a distance.

His ears began to twitch, as his son began to speak some more. At least he has an animal companion who cares about him, and it’s good to know that the bond with canines is strong within their family. Hearing his son continue, he could feel kinship there. As he too is a lone wolf in society. What is that English saying, ‘Like father, like son’? The two share similarities after all. But not enough to lessen the worries that Stanimir has, and will have for the remainder of his days. He’ll just have to keep an eye out on his son, and make sure that nothing happens to him.

Feeling the fingers still running through his fur, Stanimir felt at peace. It was a good peace, one he hadn’t felt in a long time. Not since… well, not since before the birth of his son. Arkadi spoke once more, the words pulling on Stanimir’s heartstrings. The wolf raised from the boy’s lap and looked at him. A whine escaped the creature. The whine was specifically directed at the words worthless. There is no way his son will ever be worthless. Not to him at least. But he cannot just come out with it either. Stanimir would just have to think on that.

However, a sound off in the distance caught the attention of Stanimir. Turning his head in the direction of the sound, he let out a low growl. His grey eyes darting around, trying to see where the noise came from. His ears twitching, hoping to hear more. Was something coming from deeper in the woods? Unsure, the wolf got up on all fours and walked a few steps away from the Durmstrang boy. Something was out there. Snap. There, something. The wolf started to snarl, it’s body starting to tense up. Showing teeth into the direction of the sound. Whatever it is, he is going to defend his son. Even if it’s to the death.

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Never once had Kada pictured himself sitting in the woods and talking about the everything that had built up inside his mind over the years. Having a conversation with a wolf nonetheless. A wild creature that in all rights he should have left alone while still showing it respect before heading away elsewhere. Still, despite the oddity of the situation, it felt rather therapeutic. For once he felt like he was letting go of some of the demons that plagued him, or at least keeping them at bay. Speaking of his struggles and doubts helped calm him, even encourage him to want to fight back.

Fingers continued combing through the wolf’s fur, with his other arm stretching out to move behind his head. Life hadn’t dealt him a good hand. Between having a family who tormented for not fitting in, to the comfort that came from being alone. When all was said and done he really was a lone wolf. Kada wanted to believe that he was better than them. That despite all his flaws, he so much different from the horrible people he’d grown up around. Every so often he’d wonder about his birth parents. Was his mother kind? Was she even still alive, and if she were would she have approved him being raised in a family who often acted as if they refused to acknowledge him? A family where it was best to do whatever he could to avoid their ire.

“I have dreams sometimes. Of a woman who I think might have been my mother,” he uttered, speaking some of his thoughts out loud. “I mean I have no what of knowing, but its just a feeling. She’s always smiling almost like she’s encouraging me to keep on going.” The dreams often brought him a sense of comfort; after waking up he’d feel refreshed, and determined to conquer the day ahead of him. They brought him a sense of encouragement that he so rarely felt. He was unsure as to what triggered them, but he felt it was a mystery better left unsolved. A mother’s love might continuously remain out of his reach but there was some relief to know that it could be found somewhere. He knew how it should feel.

There was never a man within his dreams. Never an individual who might be mistaken for his father. Kada questioned why that was on multiple occasions, only to pass it off as having no clear indication that his father was even a good man. With his mother, there was some idea. Hearing her brother mention her occasionally, rarely ever in a manner that was complimentary. The fact that his adoptive family talked down to her was what had brought a sense of connection. They didn’t approve of her actions, just as they would never view him as part of the family.

It was that one connection as minuscule as it was that continued to push him, to always keep him going. What stopped him from running away. That and a fear that if he were to go through with the cowardly action then the dreams would stop. The moments of peace he experienced in sleep would vanish, only to be replaced by tormenting nightmares.

Fingers stopped combing the wolf’s fur for a moment as he pulled his hand back momentarily, body lowering to lie down on the ground beneath him. It wasn’t the most comforting of positions. On top of that he felt vulnerable, but once his eyes were staring up at the sky above he decided it was what he needed. “I don’t know...I think I’m tired of feeling like I’m always fighting a battle within myself. I refuse to give up, and most days I think that’s the only thing keeping me going.” Always fighting but never running away despite the temptation always being there. As much as he’d thought about it he’d never went through with it.

Kada reached out to pat the wolf once more right as it let out a low growl. Sitting up instantly, he cast a gaze straight ahead trying to see if anything was approaching them. Instinctively he also turned to look behind him, growing nervous that perhaps a professor had uncovered his whereabouts. But if that was the case the wolf would have turned to face behind him rather than toward the trees, straight ahead along a path that only led closer into the forest.

Pushing himself up to his feet, standing once more, Kada stared ahead searching for whatever the source of the sound was. There wasn’t much he could do at the moment. Not wanting to create too much noise Kada remained silent, as his hand reached into his pocket, fingers wrapping around the handle of the wand stored there. “Shit,” muttering under his breath he watched carefully not knowing what to expect. Hopefully, whatever it was it would turn out to be a false alarm.

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The older Russian gentleman could sit here all day, listening to his son talk. Being close to his son and hearing his problems, just letting him get them out in the air and work them out himself. Diligently at that. Despite the aggression that seems to be pent up within the boy, he appears to be quite capable. Stanimir just let the hand brush through his coarse fur as he listened to his son. The pain ever presents within him, that he has to hide just to be around his boy. The doubt that he’d ever be a good father, weighing heavily on him.

His wolf ears twitched as his son spoke, talking about how he dreams of a woman he believes is his mother. Arkadi dreams of his mother… but does he dream about his father? Nothing had been said about that, which caused a tinge of pain to his heart. He had made a mistake. Possibly quite a few. It also hurt to hear him talk about his mother, Stanimir could tell that he misses her. But medicine had failed them, illness had taken her from them both. He just sat there, listening to his boy, feeling the hand run through the fur.

If only he could come out and talk to his son, give him a proper home and just help him. But his work is dangerous and demanding. At any point, he could end up hurt - or worse. Be it as a curse-breaker or as a bounty hunter. The latter of which is a dangerous enough career that has caused the old Russian to have enemies and to constantly watch his back. Distancing himself from his family to keep them safe. Though his sisters constantly fight him on that front, and always find a way to… well… find him.

Once again, his son started to speak. The wolf turned its head towards the boy and listened. Its grey eyes studying the boy’s face as he spoke. Once again, his son started to pull at his heartstrings. But at least he’s strong, like a true Kovlov. They never give up the fight, are truly stubborn stock. Just have to look at his eldest sister, a woman who intimidates even the hardest of criminals. Iron balls in the courtroom. Though truthfully, Stanimir never wanted this for his son. He wanted a normal family for his boy. To grow up with loving parents and possibly some siblings to play with. But instead he got this. A bad hand.

Everything seemed to be going well, his son was talking about his life and he listened. A silent ear can help, in some situations. At least, until the noise caught the timber wolf’s attention. Moving away from his son, Wolf Stanimir growled towards where the sound emitted from. Waiting for whatever might come from the treeline, obscured by bushes and other foliage. The grey wolf needed to protect his pup, as best as he could - even if it costs him his life. At least in the end, he’d have proven to be a good father.

Eyes watching as a large lumbering beast started to exit the shadows. A large bear-like creature must’ve been around fifteen feet tall if it stood on its back legs. Not good. Entering what would be considered an aggressive stance, Stanimir growled at the beast, hoping to intimidate it into leaving. But it didn’t seem to care about what the wolf was doing, and instead just entered the small clearing on all four. Not wanting to let it near, the wolf charged forward towards the lumbering beast, leaping at it.

Sinking its fangs into the side of the beast, it let out a fiendish noise, grabbing the timber wolf in one large paw and threw it to the side. Though hurt, it lunged at the beast once more. Anything to get it’s attention away from the boy. Clawing, snapping, biting - anything to cause enough damage and annoyance that it would have to turn away. This isn’t the first time that Stanimir had to do this, and he doubted it would be the last. Every time however, that he attacked the beast, it would grab him and throw him off to the side. Sometimes even clawing him across the body or the face.

Yet that didn’t stop the wolf from trying its best to stop the massive creature. Slowly turning the foul thing away from Arkadi and facing the other direction. Hopefully to move him away. The ground slowly becoming covered in dark crimson. Ragged and worn - hopefully this helps.

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