Third Person POV(Francis):
Hearing my sons have found their mates made me proud as a father. I must admit I was upset to find out through my contacts in the past as well as about other information that pissed me off. The morning after that horrific dinner, I needed a run. Shifting made me feel more at ease, the soft ground bending with the will of my paws felt amazing. It’s been a while since I shift on my homeland. While running, I noticed one of my sons lying on the grass by a stream.
“Son”, I yell.
“Father”, he replies, letting me know that Vintage has control. He is the only one out of the sons that calls me father.
"What are you doing here?", he asked.
“I should be asking you that Vintage”, I said, lying next to him.
“Well, father, I feel like s**t, I can’t believe that s**t sho
