Ravensblood Forest He's somewhere between a hangmans knot and three mouths to feed

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With his morning patrol wrapped up Arturo ventured inland, though his heart yearned for his paws to take him away from his precious forest. Arturo had not pried his daughter for information about Lotte, settling for the assumption that she was well (for surely Chusi would have mentioned otherwise). It took much of Arturo's self restraint to keep his feelings at bay around his young daughter though he had slipped once and she had not appeared to have taken note. Likely, her own thoughts preoccupied her too much to notice his shift in demeanor when she had mentioned Lotte that day. From then, Arturo had made it a point not to allow the slip again, at least, not until he was sure of what Lotte and he were to one another and that there was anything to mention to Chusi at all. Chusi had sated his desire to sire more children as he took her under his wing and further adopted her as his daughter as it had became clear to him that he was not siring children this year. Yet, as she grew older and needed him less and less the desire returned with a fierce longing. With the coming spring Teaghlaigh should have the foundation to support young and the Ceannasach found himself thinking about it more and more but now also tied it in with thoughts of Lotte (though he knew better than to get ahead of himself).

Even uncertain, he planned, because that was what the gangster did. Some days, it felt like his mind never stopped.

He swung around to the den he shared with Chusi, gripped in a moment of sorrow as he considered that soon she might want to move into a den of her own, to see if his heir had risen from her royal slumber yet when Isley's familiar form came into view moments after he caught her chuff. “Hello Isley,” The gangster greeted her, his steps slowing to a halt before her.

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