Recent content by Caden S. Freemont

Caden watched the interaction between father and daughter, his heart going out to both of them for the anger and heartache they expressed. The older weasel was right, so many of his generation had not been good parents. Caden was not going to point it out to Seersha, but for all that she had...

Caden nodded approvingly as the old jack apologized. Just like memories of his mother, Caden had complicated recollections of the weasel. He was a figure who Caden had looked up to in many ways, but the marten also found reasons to fear and doubt Kaden's actions and way of being. While nobeast...

If Bezine hadn't followed the weasel, Caden would have. Letting his ire at Kaden's disrespect simmer, he turned to comforting Seersha, taking a seat beside her at the bar and sliding the drink to her. Though he barely knew her, his paternal instincts had immediately risen in her defense. "Aye...

"'n the years weren't kind were they? Ah'm so sorreh, lad." Caden hadn't thought he would cry. But those words, the recognition of what he had endured and truly being seen and known by a beast from his past, cut through any barriers around his heart. He found his throat tightening, and he...

Caden hesitated beside Seersha. It was jarring, the appearance of the weasel, so different than the impression of the beast Caden held in his memory. Twenty years and a great deal of strife changed a beast. Would he look so hunched and broken in another two decades? Forcing himself forward, the...

Caden was staring at Bezine as recognition dawned on his face. "Wait. That was you? 'Gates, Kaden's adoptive daughter, I remember you from when I was a kit. I just couldn't remember her--your name." He laughed. "We've been friends how long now and I only just realized I've actually met you...

With a great deal of difficulty, Caden kept his expression level and his body still. He did not know how the Ryalors had kept the identity of Vaelora secret from not only her children, but many others. It pained him whenever Daniil's ignorance came to the forefront, knowing the fox had lived...

Caden nodded slowly. Seersha was looking for Rind. She was a light-furred weasel. Calling him by his full name would cause confusion. He let out a slow breath. Well, Winder did have a reputation for being popular with the jills, and Seersha was certainly the right age. But did she know that Rind...

Pieces began to fall into place as first Seersha introduced herself and Bezine followed with her own explanation. It was as though the Fates were plucking their strings, moving each piece into place so that he could not escape any part of his past. Well, you did come back. What did you expect...

Caden glanced at the younger weasel who had taken up position behind Bezine, but turned his gaze back to his friend after a moment. "They're getting through. Asta took a few days to feel well enough to leave the house, and she's only just been back to rehearsal, but I'm not trying to push her...

Caden had been back in the Imperium for months, and he had yet to visit the tavern. He told himself it was because he had been too busy getting settled in, working, helping Asta navigate their new life, falling in love and living with a partner again, fighting for his life on far too many...

"Thanks." Caden lowered his head to Daniil's shoulder without hesitation. It felt good, he mused, half-asleep. Beneath the smell of antiseptic and the sterile smell of the hospital clothes, he caught some of the todd's scent. The sense of comfort that washed over him took him over the brink into...

@Marie "Whisper" Deftclaw "It's okay," Caden said with more confidence than he felt, allowing the fox to continue to cling to him. His heart was hammering in his chest as they followed the line of performers, and he could only hope that Daniil had managed to get Asta out of the theater away...

Once he had gotten to his footpaws, Caden nearly fell back to the bed, the room spinning. But he kept upright and made for the door with an effort of will. He gave a nod to Alwyn, his expression apologetic, and offered Dusk a curt bow of his head before leaving the room. The clothes were indeed...

@Marie "Whisper" Deftclaw Caden positioned himself near the front of the group of performers and barked out in his most authoritative, commanding voice. "Alright, you lot, eyes and ears on me and Whisper here! We're going to take you through the backstage door and out into the atrium. You'll...