Hideaway Strath bleed your sins

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The howl that rises up, summoning him — not by name but specific enough to request for leadership — is an unwelcome one. It sets the gangster on edge. Ceannasach has yet to approach the wolves of the Glade but the whirlwind surrounding Teaghlaigh has left him with little time to focus on much else. Olive and Dakarai’s banishment has left him down two wolves and the feral ex commander while he escorts the pair out of the Hinterlands. Arturo hopes that Declan does not decide to go rogue — without his brother Conan whom he has not seen in some time the feral brother is unpredictable: and worse yet unchained. That is a concern for another day. Arturo does not think the feral Comhlach will deviate from The Family — as much of a wild card as he is he isn’t without loyalty.

His steps quicken as he draws nearer to the Strath’s borders, his hackles bristling as his tail flags over his head. Being in the territories that touch the Strath is much too close for Arturo’s liking and his lip curls back as he struggles to get it out of his system. He cannot help it. He is territorial to begin with but with his infant children nestled against his wife while safely tucked in the King Sequoia at the very heart of the Strath he is even more so. Yet, by the time he approaches the scene, his gaze of twin suns finding the stranger first before going to Dagfinn whose presence surprises him upon the borders given that he is a guest among them but Arturo appreciates it. He half has the mind to ask Dagfinn if he’ll just stay but as it is not the time holds his tongue other than to make his approach known with a smoky, “Brother,” as he slides to Dagfinn’s side but his gaze fixates upon the woman. “What is your business here?” He demands calmly, impassively but expectant of an answer nevertheless.

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