Hideaway Strath That perfect moment, the last tear you shed

He was intrigued by the new mother's call. He had not seen much of her since joining, and he had stayed far away from the den of the Grandmaster and Harbinger; he knew better than get close to any of the pack's young while still so new here. But this call was to all of them, and he couldn't help but be curious about the meeting.

When he arrived, his attention was immediately stolen by the familiar scent of Leigh. She had beat him here, and he quickly made his way to her. She was sulking—something he found very strange in this situation. Maybe she didn't like children? They had never discussed it before. 

It seemed one of the Deagon pups was set on the same target as Endre. He watched the child run up and jump all over Leigh, who seemed to want to be anywhere but here. But the boy was easily distracted, and as the wanderer arrived, he was scampering away to terrorize a different packmate. He took a seat at Leigh's side, brushing his nose along her cheek in greeting. I think he likes you, he murmured with a smirk. But who could blame the kid?