Adrian had one out merely because Felix couldn’t say no to his older brother. The older sibling had a heavy weight on the younger one's heart and so with a disdained expression, he followed after him. His footfalls were purposefully heavy which made him trek slower than the eldest but it didn’t make much of a difference. They ended up on the track of where their father was. The mansion had burned down and though Felix worried it wasn’t enough for him to want to go out of his way looking. Their father was his least favorite person but you know what they say… even if that were true he was still family. It irritated the younger Volkov and it was probably the reason his visits were so few and far in between.

His hands were shoved deep in his pockets as he walked in silence, blue eyes down on the ground watching his feet carry him along. It was only when they got closer to the ruins and the mere smell that hit his nose that caused him to look up before Adrian even spoke. Farkas looked dreadful and he almost felt pity. The man had really let himself go as he showed the wear and heavy burden of where his life gotten him. No less Felix knew his father’s high life living and crude behavior was going to bite him in the ass. The bad things always did because the universe did what it could to balance itself back out.
Gruff words came from Farkas and it caused immediate bristling but fortunately for him, Adrian spoke first. He caught the look Adrian gave him and forced his features to smoothen out. He was right, his father looked hopeless. There had been many things their father was but hopeless hadn’t been one of them. So it was up to them to try and fix it and pick up the pieces their father was having a hard time doing.

Unfortunately.

”You look like shit.” He said though it perhaps came out a lot harsher than he intended. Knowing he was going to get a scolding look from his older brother, he cleared his throat and tried again this time just agreeing with Adrian instead of trying to talk on his own. ”Yeah what he said. We can get you in somewhere with some hot food, clean water, warm place to rest your bones for a bit. I will pitch in with Adrian so you can stay for a small while until you get your feet under you.” He didn’t have much to his name since his job hadn’t really been a job but Felix wasn’t entirely useless. He stole a good amount of gold on his travels. He’s a criminal after all. So he could probably get enough for Farkas to stick around an inn for a while if need be. The only downfall to the idea was that Felix would be forced to see him more than he wanted to. He didn’t like the idea of helping him but he supposed his brother's generous nature was trying to rub off on him a tiny bit.

Felix was actually trying and his efforts made Adrian proud. Farkas was still their father and in his mind he had been a good one. He wasn't always there, things weren't always perfect. But they had been safe, fed, clothed and had wanted for little. The response they received made Adrian frown but only for a moment. He stepped lightly over to where his father sat and plopped down beside him. Crossing his legs he reached into one of the deep pockets of his coat to pull out a small flask filled with a strong drink. He looked back over his shoulder as if to encourage Felix to join them but didn't push him. "Well we can just have a drink here then." Adrian spoke as if he wasn't the least bit bothered by his father's rudeness. And in truth he wasn't. Water off a ducks back.

He unscrewed the lid and took a swallow, his lips pulling back against his teeth from the kick of it before he handed it over to their father. "How have you been? I'm not even sure what really happened but the rumors were that the mansion burned." And needless to say finding his father wallowing in a ditch somewhat cemented the idea for him. He gently bumped his shoulder into Farkas's. "You can talk to us, dad. We are your sons. You need not be so prideful around us. We've heard you snore like some strange beast and seen your jokes fall flat as pancakes. Were here for you."

Adrian had sat next to him, and Farkas didn't move a muscle as he continued to be where he was, staring at the ground below. He didn't even notice where Felix was behind them. He tried to drown out the chipper voice of his first son, not really paying much attention as he just slumped forward in defeat. How'd he been? He had been miserable. He had been miserable ever since he had killed their mother. But, not like they had to know that. After all, he was nice, had his mansion, fine women... Ah, but they kept dying. And even Wryn. That caused his downfall. He did not get the human in the end. He had beat himself over thinking that he should have never considered to leave that outlaw alive. He should have killed Radulfr right then and there, but, so many things had happened. As if it all came down at once. Maybe even if he killed him and Wryn would eventually love him his fox would have freed her anyway. Speaking of which, where was Zelena now? Well, he didn't care. Wherever she was, she was much better than stuck in that place. Even if she missed the place, her home, she could linger about the rubble for all he cared. But Farkas wasn't going to sit there remembering how everything he had was lost. He was a wanderer now, no place in life and this world. He had lost everything. He continued to look down as Adrian continued to speak. So they had heard of his mansion burning. How pathetic. If he even had word that spread. Rumors, like wildfire. How embarrassing to the old wolf. Then, it was followed by more words. Prideful? Look at him now, the dejected, broken old man who sat here like a homeless person. What pride did he have left? Everything was stripped from him when his place had gone down in flames. No, he wasn't being prideful. Defeated. That's the word. Defeated. That's why he couldn't talk to them. But it was also because they were his sons. He felt that he couldn't talk to him about anything. They should have just left him, leave him be a long time ago. He was not the alpha any longer. Ever since he abandoned the entire clan he had become a lonesome man. He didn't want to have anything to do with them anymore.

Of course it was followed by some joke. Ha. Ha. Ha. So funny. Farkas didn't show any expression on his face as he looked downward gloomily. How could Adrian speak like that? He didn't even think he slept anywhere near the boys except when they were infants. Or even tell them jokes for that matter. In fact, he was the one that Farkas had abandoned the most. Tried to keep his identity of a goat secret from the rest of the wolves. If anything, he should be the one that was most angry with him. And now look at him. All cheery and carefree. What a fool.

Then Felix spoke from behind him. Once in a while. What a statement. Like Farkas had only fallen once. His whole life he kept falling. Further and further into insanity. The darkest depths of his soul that knew no bounds.He had fallen ever since he killed her. And now he had lost everything. Bat down the pride and be with your dysfunctional family, he spoke of. Again with the pride. He had no more pride left. No more family left either. To him, they were all gone. Everything was. He didn't need their help, nor their pity.

"Just leave me be," he said, eyes raising to the other part of the unfinished bridge but not looking at them.

Both of them were stubborn and neither one was listening to what he said. So Felix just shuts up. He lowered his blue eyes and focused on the ground he was steadily digging a hole with. They were going to be here awhile since neither his father nor his brother was going to give up but that didn’t mean the younger Volkov was going to stick around for it. He offered his help, it was denied. He wasn’t going to go beg him to take it. The matter was if he didn’t want it and refused to have help to get himself picked back up then why bother? You can’t force someone to want help and Felix wasn’t going to go out of his way to do it. His faith in his father was lost the moment he saw his back when he walked out of their lives. When he turned he turned his back on them, Adrian had to take the adult male role. Adrian was one about forgiveness and perhaps it was something Felix needed to take out of his older brother’s book but for now until he was proven otherwise… he wouldn’t.

He listened as Adrian was doing his best to continue talking their father out of the mess and that he – at least – was going to do everything he could until Farkas gave up. The younger sibling merely just rose his eyes after a moment still remaining silent. Since they had arrived Farkas had used the same line more than once which wasn’t much of a conversation holder. Maybe he was just a broken down old wolf. Maybe it finally got to him. Good… then maybe he could realize what type of pain it was to have lost everything much like they did when they were younger. He wanted to say what was really on his mind but he figured it would be wise to keep those comments to himself. The last thing he wanted to do was piss Adrian off.

The wolf though thought it was an amazing idea. He could feel the restlessness starting to pick up and an itch to say some words he should probably think twice on. He fiddled with his fingers now keeping his head low as soft mulling growls vibrated his throat.

Hopefully, this would be over soon and one of them will give up.

Adrian released the flask when his father took it, he sent a worried glance in Felix's direction but suddenly his flask was flying through the air to land with a sickening sound on the rocks and mud. He visibly flinched. He was a little attached to it, it wasn't anything special really, it had minimal detailing. But it was his. Ignoring his father's words Adrian stood and moved toward where his flask has been carelessly thrown. In the end getting his boots rather muddy to retrieve it. It boasted a dent but appeared that it should still hold liquid. After a good cleaning.

He was wiping the flask off with his thumb as he came back upon Felix and Farkas. Not sitting this time but coming to stand near his brother. His pale eyes boring into Farkas who was sorely testing his patience. It was one thing to ignore him, but to destroy his things like a petulant child was another.

"I'll buy you a meal pops, but I'm not paying for you to drink yourself into a stupor." He sighed and reached down to clasp Felix's brother, as much to keep his already tense brother calm as to settle his own unsettled self. "So just decide if you want food or not and then we will get out of your hair. That's apparently what you want anyway." He shoved his flask back into his pack with a small look of apology to the inanimate item on his features. "You think by now you would know its not nice to throw things though...."