Qeya River Await the love that I call trouble

Juniper accepted her reprimand with grace, and Artyom let his brow soften. He watched his little daughter for only a moment longer before his dark eyes lifted to look upon Aphrodite. He offered a thin smile then, one of quiet assurance - her apology was unnecessary. "She is that," a soft laugh then, and a beat of his tail. As stubborn as they came, just like her mother.

His attention was then directed toward the stranger, who hovered awkwardly nearby. Artyom looked toward him once more a little guiltily, and canted a golden lobe with curiosity. "Taikon," he greeted, testing the name on his own tongue, "I'm sorry for your poor experiences with packs in the past. You would not find trouble among the wolves of Whitebark - we are a family before anything else."