Ankyra Sound I'm Brilliant

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Uncle. Newborns.

He was right, it seemed. She'd found a mate -- or so he'd hoped. Children. He slowly turned to look at the scarred man again before stilling completely. 
This mate of her's better be damn worthy.

He twitched as another was called, eyes scanning the treeline again as if he'd gone into reboot. 
Derg huffed out a breath, thinking through the situation. If he didn't believe the sire was worthy he'd challenge him to a spar; the outcome would determine the fate of the children. 
His nieces and nephews. 
Only if he didn't already deem him worthy enough.
His throat closed up. He wanted to know if they were well; though he supposed this man wouldn't know much. He waited, stoic in position. Waiting for whoever this man called.

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