Golden Glade Sand is what we're really made of
Family is not an important thing. It is everything.
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The tunnels echoed softly with the sound of Sylvas' quick paw falls, the large male eagerly making his way through the twist and turns of the underground tunnels. That is, until he finally came closer to the opening of Eden's den, the brute finding himself pausing just before the entrance, unsure on whether or not to disturb Eden and the pups. Nerves slowly began to take over as the feeling of guilt washed over him, Sylvas knew he hadn't been able to spend much time with his mate, or his two children, but the borders needed protecting and a the pack needed to bed fed. Gradually the brown male allowed a soft sigh to escape his nose, amber eyes slowly peering down to the hare he held within his jaws for Eden, its thick fur tickling at his nose as he stood quietly, brown torn ears arching forward as he caught the sound of Eden's voice from inside.

A smile was blocked by the gift he held within his mouth as he heard his daughter's name, the mercenary's tail swayed proudly behind him as he remained concealed to one side of the entrance, brown ears continuously pivoting a top his head as he listened in on Eden's words, ones spoken to their daughter. His amber eyes stared to the stone ground as he remained silent for the moment until he felt it was the right time to enter and it was only when his mate's voice fell silent, did the mercenary revealed himself. Large paws cautiously guided the brown male into her den, his head was kept low, along with his tail as his golden eyes peered to his children and then finally to his mate, Eden.

Slowly he made his way toward Eden, the mercenary keeping his tail and head low as he approached. When he was close enough, Sylvas allowed his grip to loosen around his gift, till the fresh carcass of the hare fell from his mouth to the stone floor, carefully placed to one side of his ivory hued wife. Offering a gentle smile, the brown and gray male backed away, giving his mate some space as he casually backed himself to sit upon his haunches, bushy tail curling about his paws as he quietly observed his family.
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Sand is what we're really made of - by Sorrel Marie - December 21, 2016, 08:10 AM
RE: Sand is what we're really made of - by RIP Eden - December 26, 2016, 12:17 PM
RE: Sand is what we're really made of - by Sylvas Streiter - December 26, 2016, 04:53 PM
RE: Sand is what we're really made of - by Sorrel Marie - January 01, 2017, 05:16 AM
RE: Sand is what we're really made of - by Kieran Adrien - January 01, 2017, 11:29 AM
RE: Sand is what we're really made of - by RIP Eden - January 01, 2017, 01:22 PM
RE: Sand is what we're really made of - by Sylvas Streiter - January 01, 2017, 04:01 PM
RE: Sand is what we're really made of - by Sorrel Marie - January 01, 2017, 04:40 PM
RE: Sand is what we're really made of - by Kieran Adrien - January 01, 2017, 05:30 PM
RE: Sand is what we're really made of - by RIP Eden - January 01, 2017, 07:26 PM
RE: Sand is what we're really made of - by Sylvas Streiter - January 02, 2017, 07:39 PM