Finally, after a small length of time the large male was allowed to meet his children. And they were his children, as their mother was his wife. Even if she had not borne them for him, Jarus was determined to raise them as his queen intended. 

He followed her deep into the forest, halting just before the den as to not intrude without permission. That, and the fact that compared to a little pup he must seem like a giant made of a species they would have likely not seen before. He'd certainly smell very different from the wolves they'd met already, and their mother. 

Well they were certainly alike with their mother, weren't they. Tiny hairs standing on end, sharp milk teeth bared at him as if they truly stood a chance of defending their home.

The female gazed at him shamelessly, as children do. They're curious things, usually asked way too many questions. It's why Jarus didn't get along with the younglings.

Before he knew what was happening the male had bit into him, drawing tiny pinpricks of blood. The mountain of a man raised his eyebrows as he leaned down to attempt to take the boys tail gently in his teeth and lift him above the ground.