Golden Glade caregiver #1.1

His mind had been so preoccupied with proving himself worthy of being a part of this pack, that Sylvas felt he had almost been neglecting his mate. And for this he felt terrible. Though his usual cool collective temperament had been buckling some under the ever growing pressure of proving his worth to his superiors, the young wolf having had a rush of rare emotions cloud his calm thoughts. Frustration wasn't an emotion that the male felt often and he found the emotion growing still within him. The young brute's mind had been building his own expectations of what he should be doing, Sylvas becoming unable to stop being so hard on himself.

He'd been wandering the edges of the border aimlessly, amber eyes peering over to the battered bark of the tree he'd recently taken his rage out on days before. His brown ears twitched suddenly as he caught the scurrying sound of grey squirrel attempting to scramble its way up the trunk of a nearby tree, the young male preparing himself as he suddenly leapt at the small critter, his mouth becoming filled with fur as his fangs clamped tightly shut around its small, fuzzy form. Yes! Though it was small, it was still something he could take back to Eden.

Paws shifted upon the ground as the wolf began to make his way back toward his families den, amber eyes peering toward the tunnel of the inner circle as he passed, a slight sigh muffled through the small prey in his muzzle as he thought about the day when he'd be able to walk inside and actually be part of the pack. Shrugging the thought from his mind for the moment, his soft stare fell upon his mate in the distance, pacing. Why was she pacing? Sylvas' pace quickened as he approached their den and Eden, instantly he dropped the squirrel to the ground, ”Is everything, alright?” Worry was obvious across his face as he now watched her silently.