Golden Glade After Midnight (3/5)

There was little that compared to the feeling of a wolf submitting beneath your will, Alder had found in the recent months. It was better than when they crumpled beneath his fangs, mostly because of the lack of effort it took - but when it was a friend, a packmate, one of his family, well, it made a wave of guilt shock his spine. At the other males comment, Alder nodded, and smiled in return. His one blue eye flickered up to the trees - what leaves were left reminded him of burning embers of a dying fire; it was the ground that was blanketed with the inferno. It fit their name well, signified their passion and power, their pride.

                       "It is. The trees, they blaze like fire even in the night." 

Turning his gaze on the mercenary kindly, he nodded for them to turn the way he'd been going. He pauses, however, to listen to his newest friend and packmate - his assumtion, however, brings a furrow to his ebony brow. His words are bold, but soft - a demand cloaked in the kindness of a friend. 

                                                              "Even the Outer Circle Gentry wolves are a part of the Court - from now on, I expect you to mark the borders, incorperate your scent into the whole. I'm sure you'll earn your Inner Circle rank before you know it, join your wife in the tunnels before she gives birth." 

Even if Syl didn't, Alder would not keep the father from the birth - but he would be allowed to stay no longer than this. Alder would deliver Eden and the pups with food each day, as he did with Aspen and Heartha - Streiter could accompany him, perhaps. The plans weren't solid: the King was confident he would make the date and be able to stay with her.