Järv ☉✒️

Karl stopped talking to him. Järv tried to explain that he had never been with Ashwhisper, that the pup wasn't his! But Karl didn't listen, and didn't believe him. The pup looked a lot like Järv, but Järv had no idea how or why. Another pup from the same litter looked more like Karl, so Karl shunned the other pup. Järv felt like he had ruined this poor pups life somehow, and took her in as his own.
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With a death grip on his brothers neck, he wondered, how did it come to this? How could this happen? He tasted his brothers blood, finding its way via his fangs and landing on his tongue. He had no hesiation, he would kill any threat to.. Karl had stopped struggling, now he was whining. And his voice sounded just like his daughter. Järvs daughter. Järv let Karls body fall to the ground. He was still alive. Järv couldn't do it, he couldn't kill the father of the wolf most precious to him. But he was the very same one who was threatening her life. As Järv walked closer to him, Karl winced and cried.
"If you ever touch her again, I will rip your fucking limbs off," Järv growled and Karl scramled to his feet and bowed his head.
"Tell me," Järv breathed, then he shouted, "Say you'll never touch her again."
"I won't touch her again," Karl hissed, "you have my word."
Karl coughed blood on the ground.
"Leave," Järv didn't need to say more, Karl turned around and walked off. After some time, Järv sat down heavily and breathed out. He looked out toward the river, flowing as always while Järvs world crumbled. His loving older brother, the embodiment of Ull, corrupted like this. Himself, too.
Järv washed his mouth in the waters and cried.