Blackfeather Woods Yes, I am the father of those Squealing Furry Patatoes

He was a father... An actual father. Surely he had been a 'father' before but now it was much more real. The pups he sired at Thorn Ledge weren't close to him, and he wasn't close to them. Sebastian was a perfect example to that. But he could be a father. He was a father for Damien, Cicero and Potema only they weren't biologically his. Not that it mattered. He was very proud on the two potatoes that joined their ranks. A boy and a girl. He wasn't sure if he liked the squealing potato-phase they were in now... maybe that was the reason he was sitting outside of the den. 

He wasn't going to let any pack members in but he wouldn't mind to talk to the curious ones. It would keep his mind busy instead of listening to the newborns. He already hunted for Meldresi today, and the border patrol he managed to give out to another pack member. Maybe he was growing old, since for once he liked taking a moment rest and laying down.