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Chusi’s call rouses Arturo from his place among Lotte and the Lotturo’s. He rose to his paws to answer his elder daughter’s summons only after he put Roarke back to his place nestled against Lotte’s belly, offering his wife an affectionate draw of his tongue against her muzzle in a kiss before he shrugged out of the king sequoia. It is strange without Chusi but Arturo is glad she feels independent enough to have her own den. It strikes them as he considers that she has to be nearing a year old that he is a day shy of his own birthday. He will be four years he thinks startled. The news itself isn’t startling for the Fearghal monarch is quite educated on how aging works but it is not anything he dwells upon and when placed starkly in his train of thought he is sometimes struck with the surprise of it (usually close to his birthday). Ceannasach makes his way to where Chusi’s call has risen from and moving forth to greet his daughter with a bump of his muzzle against her’s if she allows it. It has been quite some time since the pair of them spent time together — just the two of them. He tries to make time for her, to balance being a father to her as much as he tries to balance it for the Lotturos while still being the leader Teaghlaigh needs him to be. “You may have as many hours this day as you’d like.” Arturo tells her with a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. The Strath is hidden enough that Arturo does not fear trouble and he trusts Hemlock to deal with any stranger at the border if Lotte is indisposed while he takes some time out of his never ending and bustling schedule to spend one on one time with his elder daughter.

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