Emberwood what a lovely masquerade
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Ooc — Kat
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He had been dreading this day, though he felt a little better with @Etienne and even @Catamaran to stand guard as Cambria and @Odessia finally moved @Victoria and @Sophia to a rendezvous site. It was only a quarter mile away from the whelping den, situated among a mix of evergreens and deciduous trees, the leaves on the latter a riot of colors as autumn really settled into the wilderness. There was a small creek nearby, close enough to provide a soundtrack but far enough not to pose a constant risk to the pups.

After escorting them to the site, Cambria forced himself to sit off to one side and keep an eye on things. He couldn’t help but admire his mate’s sleek white pelt, such a stark contrast to the fall foliage. But Etienne was even prettier. The Dragonling felt like a bit of a cad thinking it, though it was the truth. He just hoped Dess wouldn’t catch him staring at the other man too much.

He tried to help himself by focusing most of his attention on his daughters. It wasn’t hard. The father’s face went soft as he beheld them, wondering what they made of their new home. Cambria imagined Vicky and Soph were both quite a bit more thrilled with this development than their ole overprotective father.
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Ooc — mixedhearts
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He'd not yet set eyes on the pups — entirely on purpose, and (in his opinion) to everyone's benefit. He'd mostly kept on the outskirts of the small family, subtly discouraging other loiters with his presence and his scent, and partaking in hunts often enough to keep himself and the other three adults (and however many pups) well fed.

It was comfortable enough. He'd healed, and his pelt was growing thick again. He'd regained a little weight.

The issue was that the reduced need to worry about his survival left plenty of room for thinking about other things. Other wolves.

One wolf in particular.

He thought of her now, even as he stood guard a good distance from the four white wolves. He imagined her slinking through the trees, trespassing on this unofficial claim. He imagined stopping her, as he had last time. He imagined the fight that would ensue —

He watched the small figures, taking them in from his place at the treeline. A mindless pang squeezed at his heart. He did not know the meaning of it.

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