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Roarke does not stray too far from the king sequoia — though the lotturos would not be long for it — if he turns his head to glimpse over his shoulder he can still see it where it rises like a titan from the earth. He can hear his siblings and his mother in the near distance but he does not venture back to them knowing that, likewise, he can be heard. He is unskilled, he does not know what he is doing. The winter’s bane feels his movements, tries to remember what works and what does not work when he is wrestling with Mallaidh. She is his favorite sibling to wrestle with but they are better matched and he still thinks of Eirlys as fragile despite that her health has greatly improved (not that he’s overly aware of any of that). He spars with a fallen log, hollow and soft from years of rot. Roarke does not realize that he needs proper instruction but he isn’t sure how to ask for it, or even if anyone can teach him. For now, it is just for fun, inspired by his father’s introduction to guardian though patrols and peeing on the borders is little more than boring to Roarke. He understands it’s necessity in it’s most simplest of forms but winter’s bane isn’t built for sentry duty. He wants to escort the ambassadors and other important wolves, he wants to be Teaghlaigh’s offense instead of it’s defense.

He bears his teeth at the fragile log, crumbling from where he has already launched himself at it. He uses the log as a palus though it is a poor substitute for an actual sparring partner. For now, it serves a purpose though as he launches himself at it with his little, quirky roar more of the softened log crumbles beneath his weight and he lands on the moss beneath it with a soft “Oof!” So, maybe, he thinks, this log isn’t really serving much of a purpose and he circles around it once he rises to his paws his tail lashing behind him like a whip as contemplates what he’s going to use instead. He wonders if maybe he can just …sneak up on an unsuspecting sibling and initiate a wrestle though that would mean leaving his little space that, for the moment, he has all to himself.
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There is no secret that Hemlock has positioned herself in the pack to be as  close to the Fearghal family as she could be. Her densite was dug out do that she could see the massive sequoia that housed them and so that their collective children would get to play and prosper together. Today she flies solo, and her ward is off making mischief elsewhere and Hemlock has hare hanging from her Jaws. The puppy roars catch her attention and the pale sprite is spotted waging war on an ancient log and Hemlock finds herself grinning. 

She admired his form, swallowing back a chuckle as he tumbled atop the rotting log, it gave way to his weight. Hemlock set the hare down, creeping closer until she could boop his bum with her snout. "You fought too hard, my little lion."  


 

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The small log lay in uneven chunks and soft splinters — some of which are tangled in the longer tendrils of his yet still achromatic pelage where his mane has begun to grow — as he ponders, still deliberating on whether he wanted to give up his (very rare) alone time in favor of a worthy sparring opponent. His consideration is broken by the sound of approach and the scent of rabbit, drawing his muzzle skyway to draw in the rich aroma of the prey animal and the scent that is heavily tied with it but he does not turn around. Not until he felt the boop on his butt. He turns around quickly, tail wagging behind him so hard that his butt wiggles from the momentum as he cranes his head back to look up at Hemlock. “Wittle lion?” He repeats, inquiring, tongue twisting on the word “little”. Roarke is not sure what a lion is but it sounds fierce and he abruptly decides that he likes being called a lion (even if it is a little one). “Raaaahhhh!” He roars at her and rears up on his hind legs in an attempt to boop Hemlock on the nose with his front paws. When all fours once more touch the ground whether or not his affectionate attack is a hit or a miss he remembers that she told him he fought too hard and he looks over his shoulder at the pieces of log with a terse frown. “Did I win?!” He asks her excitedly, seemingly unbothered that he has utterly decimated and brought to ruin the little log.
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Watching Roarke only brings a smile to her face and when he let's out his roar her tail sways happily behind her. It astounds her how happy the children make her, and though she has not thought too hard on Arturo's offer she finds she is swayed to consider it more seriously. As the boy bops her back Hemlock just chuckles, leaning down so she might be closer to eye level with him. "You did, my dear."  Hemlock nodded, leaning forward to tug a sparse bit of bark from his coat. "You have one more opponent, however." 

The hare is remembered and Hemlock takes it by the nape in her jaws, letting out a low rumble of a growl. She lowers her front end, tail swaying a couple times in invitation - if the boy wanted tug of war or a harder victory, she would certainly oblige him. 


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Roarke’s butt wiggles from the momentum of his wagging tail and he begins to prance in place at Hemlock’s assurance that he won but stills himself as she tugs a piece of bark from his fur. He lets out a protesting noise — because if there is one thing Roarke does not enjoy it is being fussed over — but his attention is quickly claimed when she informs him that he has one more opponent. There is a furrow to the winter’s bane brow as he studies her unsure of her meaning as he watches her take her discarded hare betwixt her jaws and let loose a growl. Pupils narrow within their pools of milky blue irises as he watches her lower her front end. A wicked grin tugs at the edges of the boy’s lips and he rushes forth with another “Raaahh!” And grasps ahold of the other end of the hare without hesitation, without fear that he will be defeated — for Hemlock is an adult and thus much more powerful than him — and tugs upon the hare, giving his head a shake in an attempt to loosen her hold upon it as he initiates their game of tug-o-war with unbridled eagerness.
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It only took a moment and in that time Hemlock continued the lazy sway of her tail, enticing him forward with playful low grumbles and growls. These were games she played with Sirius too, and maybe soon they would play together; no doubt her ward was growing tired of her endless prattling (normally about plants they encountered on their walks) and maybe it was time to let loose some and release her hold on him. The children needed each other, they needed companions, and she would facilitate those relationships as much as possible. 

She could only giggle when Roarke shook his head, tugging at the hare with the intention of winning his prize. It was astounding to think that soon he would catch his own, those gangly legs and big paws giving way to a more streamlined body. Hemlock did not want to think of that yet! Her eyes narrowed a bit, one eyebrow lifting teasingly as they were near nose to nose and she gave a little tug, not enough to make him fall but she wasn't going to give up so easily. She'd make him work for his prize, after all! 


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A partial, wicked smirk tugs at the lifted corner of the boy’s lips as bloodied teeth tighten their grip upon the hare that she uses to present challenge to him. His attempt to dislodge it from her grasp is futile for she has the distinct advantage of strength yet unparalleled upon her side. Her reluctance to let him win only encourages Roarke who lets out a low growl as they stand almost nose to nose. He does not want her to give it up to him, either. In reality, he would never win it against her fairly but the winter’s bane does not know this. She gives her end of the hare a tug. It is not enough to cause him to lose balance but it does pull him forward. Quickly, he scrambles to regain his footing and dig his paws into the earth, muscles locking as he attempts to hold his own. He pulls back with as much strength as he can muster, conscious to remind himself not to loosen his grip upon the hare and gives his head another shake in an attempt to catch her in a moment where her grip might be loose enough to dislodge it.
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Lotte passed through the forest at the sound of two voices that were infinitely dear to her: those of her adventurous little son and Hemlock, who wasn’t nearly as easy to classify. She was careful to approach silently, her paws ghosting over the now familiar terrain with ease, for she did not wish to break the little snowbear’s concentration. The moments she had with her cubs were precious, made all the more precious by the passage of time. They were eating meat now and had no need to suckle; they were mobile now and growing more fearless by the day. She would lose them soon, as all parents lost a little of their children day by day, and she felt at once rejoice and sorrow at the thought. When she drew near enough to make eye contact with Hemlock over the snowy fluff of her furiously growling son, her matte, colorpoint fur rendering her practically invisible under cover of shadow, she winked playfully.
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Hemlock wanted to scoop him close, pepper her kisses across the boy's face, to laugh and bask in his joy. She couldn't embarrass the male that way however, even if it was just the two of them present. Or was it? Roarke tugged and shook his head, the scent of the hare traveling the more that it's blood dripped from their game. It certainly wasn't the most majestic move for the poor thing, but, life was life and the hare unfortunately had lost that game. Above Roarke a figure moved, Hemlock's eyes narrowing as her hackles lifted in response to a potential threat; those eyes, however, she knew the moment she'd found them in the foliage and then Lotte winked at her. 

Thankfully her mouth was full to save her the urge of pushing her paw in her mouth again. She lifted her head a bit, using her height to her advantage before she shook her head again, returning back towards the earth. The next time the boy tugged she'd let him win; he hadn't backed down and his rising personality only made Hemlock's heart soar with pride.



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edit. i hope you don't mind that i edited a conclusion on this and archived it.

Roarke struggled, teeth scraping into flesh as Hemlock lifts her head slightly and elevates the rabbit. Panic floods him for a moment as he feels his grip upon the hare slipping. He is not overly hungry and he does not think he could eat it all by himself — and he thinks that if he wins it he will share it with Hemlock (for he is unaware that Lotte lingers behind him) — but he does not want to lose. He does not want to feel the smart of humiliation beneath his breast and burn in his cheeks (despite that they are covered by fur and none would be the wiser). Losing is all apart of the natural learning process but to Roarke it might as well be the end of the world. He takes a step forward to realign his grasp upon the hare seconds before Hemlock gave her own head a shrug. A series of low growls tore from his throat and he digs his front paws into the earth and tugs with all his might and tumbles back as the rabbit is freed as Hemlock allows him to win. “Oof!” The breath is knocked out of him momentarily and he drops the rabbit to scramble back to his paws. He looks from the prize (given to him but he does not know that), eyes bright with excitement from the game of tug-o-war. “Share it?” Roarke acknowledges her as a formable warrior now and to the young Fearghal this should not go unrewarded. He nudges it towards her intent on sharing the prize with her if she wants it, remaining oblivious to Lotte's watchful gaze.

Regardless of Hemlock's answer or Lotte's intervention (or lackthereof) he eats his share and lets the other half for her before bounding off quickly with a spring in his step in search of a sibling to wrestle with.