Moonspear mighty lonely on my own in the city

So, this was what happened at the borders, at least in this scenario.

With a gaze that wandered between the adults, Altair could not help but be a little mind boggled by all the things that this Tehama could do. He liked that she could hunt because he was always up for someone else to hunt with, but to be a scout and a healer and still have more skills in her repertoire? He could only hope to someday be that skilled, or at least proficient in so many things.

When his father turned to look at him, he offered him a faint smile. There was nothing much to glean from the expression he found there, but the snippets of emotion he did capture seemed warm; he preferred this to any sort of sternness he occasionally came across, and thought it bode well for the she-wolf at their borders. She seemed like the sort to do well, he thought, but knew that the decision would rest with his father in the end.

He took a couple of careful steps closer to him at that point, hoping all went well.