Sawtooth Spire I'm giving you gold here, people.

Tossing post order to the wind here. Last post from me!

She gave him a non-commital number. He frowned, not the least bit satisfied with it. He was generally a patient wolf, but in this his excitement and desire to set eyes on his children (they were still his after all. He'd played a pretty important part in this too...) his almost god-like patience was beginning to crack. They'd have to reach some sort of compromise in this eventually. Eventually. He still had no idea what that amount of time looked like.

Ears flattened, he scowled into the darkness. This was one of those times when he cursed the fact that his mate was so damned instinctual. He'd have to get a little bit more crafty about this in the future...