Morningside Cuesta Hunt for who we've not yet become

Brown ears twitched as he listened to Grayday's voice, the brute's large paws carefully stepping forward as his amber eyes peered between the silver male and his son. And as Sylvas silently observed them, he couldn't help but smile as he watched Kieran's first hunting lesson unfold before his eyes. It was a reminder that his boy was growing up and fast, but it also reminded him of how much he had missed during their pup years. He'd spent too much time patrolling the packs borders before all the havoc and tragedy, having never really had the chance to properly bond with his children and the realization of this was a hard bite to the nose for the mercenary.

As his mind briefly wondered, Sylvas continued to trail behind the pair, his head lifting some as he caught sound of Grayday's words and slowly the mercenary looked to the silver brute as he too faced him in return, offering a small nod of his head. The brown male was grateful for all of Grayday's help and Sylvas knew that he was probably a far better teacher at this than himself, ”Go ahead then son.” He said with a smile, bushy tail giving an encouraging wag behind him as he waited for Kieran to start the pace.