Sun Mote Copse Baby Daddy

giana's voice rose, and a small grin lit eshamun's muzzle. the gravid wolfess was rather enamoured of her, she sensed, and it was a welcome bit of flattery to the red flame. a pang in her heart reminded her arunik'ra had not returned, but the pack sought to thrive all the same, and so the canaanite went down unto the border, where the fierce woman stood alongside a slight male.

he was flax and snow; masculine but not overbearingly so. comforting to the eyes. eshamun knew that giana had not brought him to their borders for a nonsensical reason -- she cupped her ears toward the she-wolf with a questioning look, before her green eyes settled in a slow appraisal of the male.