Nova Peak pot luck

His bright eyes lingered upon Bazi as she began to makings of a hunting arena. He was perhaps more amused by the antics of his mate than by his children’s reactions to them, yet he still attempted to withhold his gentle smile. The Frostfur children would certainly never know boredom with Bazi as their mother – and he wondered once more as he looked upon them how they would grow to be.
 
His own form lay stretched out, bordering the tree lines of their new home. One cream paw remained crossed over the other – and he made no move to interfere with the antics before him. He was content being a spectator for now.