Sunset Valley i remember those soldier boys tripping over themselves to win our praise

Most of the time, families remained in tact. They grew up together, they bonded with their parents and siblings, and the entire pack helped in their growth. However, once in a while, a child was born that was blessed—or cursed, depending on how it's looked upon—for something greater. A singular child in a litter spends time with their family until they are weaned but even then there's a disconnect. They aren't treated the same and they try not to become attached to one another.

A good majority of the families didn't experience having one of their children taken away. Gavriel had two: one sister, one niece.

And so when the scent of another crossed his nose, he slowly turned his head until he noticed the unmistakable pattern of his niece.

Gavriel's brows burrow between whatever color his brown eyes are as he searched the girl's expression. It takes a few seconds before he shifted his posture, slightly more submissive than he would with any stranger, but a smile formed on his features. Seregrýn had been the only Fos Goufa in Seageda at the time and when they merged with Trigeda, had equally been pampered their for her future. Wherever Thuringwehil went, perhaps to restructure their home, left the girl in some weird limbo of unknown. Even Gavriel's concern for their future hadn't gone unspoken. The expedition with his younger brother would be the only thing to try and reconcile his leaders decisions. What would she think if a future heda had been away without a guard.

"Seregrýn," he called once he had taken a few steps forward to close the distance. "Where is your guard?"