Otter Creek a drink at the creek

Shadow flashed the white wolf a grin and laughed softly, "Then I'll look forward to seeing you next time." It wasn't everyday where you found a wolf like Luke, he rarely saw playful and carefree ones and seeing one like the Bluenose was like a breath of fresh air. His life had been full of strict, harsh rules and laws, breaking them would result in terrible punishment, he had grown up to hide beneath a sarcastic exterior and it was only now did he soften up the walls he had built around him. The Angelus Mortis could not help but wonder what would've happened to him if he had a better upbringing, would he be a wolf like Luke? Or Scimitar? Or Paarthurnax? Or Bazi? Or Alastor? Would he be different?

Then he told himself to stop thinking about it, because there would be no answer to the question, merely because he wasn't a magician and he couldn't go back in time. "Looking for a pack then?" Shadow asked the Bluenose, his mind still wandering, his silver gaze on his son. Trajan was rather enjoying this trip out of the Bypass, and he liked this wolf with the blue nose. So the litter Roman watched with keen bicolored eyes as Luke sucked in a breath, shoved his head into the water and blew, Trajan watched with delight as a bubble formed on the surface of the water. Excitement coursed through his veins and when Luke told him to try, he did not hesitate to follow his example. Sucking in a deep breath, he shoved his own head into the water and attempted to blow, but ended up drinking water instead and choking as he rose from the surface. "It didn't work!" The boy said, his eyebrows creasing, forming a rather adorable frown. "I don't understand, Luky," Trajan nicknamed Luke, gazing up at the Bluenose with big puppy eyes.

Shadow smiled at his son before answering the white wolf's questions. "Hadrian. But I go by Shadow. I'm the Alpha of Noctisardor Bypass."