Wapun Meadow blood axe

today he'd tagged @Tvar to come hunting with him; the explanation was that he wanted to find at least two rabbits for ameline. but as they moved, ancelin glanced several times toward kvarsheim.
"we offered the stone circle wolves opportunity to join us. no takers then, but maybe now," he muttered before he turned attention back to their hunt. 
his indigo eyes were thoughtful. "you've been doing really well. a great asset to the pack." a quick smile came then. "ameline and i are looking to fill some leadership positions soon, maybe a little later in the spring. if i said you might be up for one, what would you say?"

tvar moved steadily alongside ancelin. the mention of kvarsheim earned a faint flick of his ear, but he didn’t offer a response. he focused on the hunt ahead, though the occasional glance from ancelin didn’t go unnoticed.

when the other man spoke again, tvar turned his sharp blue eyes toward him, surprise flickering briefly across his face at the unexpected praise. he didn’t speak immediately, his gaze dropping thoughtfully to the snow ahead as he considered ancelin’s words.

leadership.

it wasn’t something he’d sought, not here, not now. but the idea wasn’t unappealing. it tugged at something within him—pride, maybe, or a lingering need to prove himself, to carve a new identity far from the shadows of his past. so he lifted his gaze back to ancelin and said: “i’d say it’s your call, rex,” he replied simply. "if it is something you see to trust me with, i'll always do my duty."

a good answer; ancelin had wanted to see something like excitement in tvar's face, but not everyone reacted the same way. "i'd say it's a good call on my part then," the bearclaw decided with a wry grin. 
"pack's getting pretty big. we'll need wolves others can look up to, especially if we're going to have a bunch of little ones running around in a few months."
his indigo eyes were curious. towhee had come into her season, trails tangled with that of tvar. were they an item, or only aspiring co-parents? but he didn't ask.

tvar nodded, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. i will do my best. i owe you and ameline for taking me in,

the future for tvar in bearclaw that ancelin proposed wasn’t lost on him, nor was the trust it represented.

the mention of the pack growing, of little ones soon to fill the valley, brought a subtle shift to tvar’s expression. not brooding, but thoughtful, his ears flicking in an almost nervous gesture. it wasn’t just the idea of new life—it was what it might mean for him, for towhee, for what they’d shared. he huffed quietly, forcing the thoughts away as he refocused on the patrol.

are you hoping for a son, ancelin? he asked, the faintest glint of mischief in his blue eyes as his lips twitched into a smirk. it was a jest, aimed squarely at the man’s well-earned reputation as a girl dad.