Redhawk Caldera No one says no to Gaston

I’m going to be singing this song at my cats for the next 36 hours at least. Xd

Nesting, for Bronco, meant a great deal of things- and while he was no mother, he found his behaviour shifting as his mate’s pregnancy progressed. He fussed over their den site, and pushed himself to hunt with a renewed fervour so he could feed her as her belly grew. But nesting did not come without a fierce need to protect- and so, with all of his other paternal duties, he patrolled the borders so that no harm could come to his packmates. 

Sorrow dwelled within him, alongside anticipation. Grief bored its way into the pack’s core, like an arrogant worm. Fixing wounded hearts was something only time could do- in the meantime, distraction was welcomed. 

A young wolf was at the borders, and by the thin coat of show that rested on his pelt, Bronco assumed he’d politely decided to wait for an audience, rather than demanding for one. He uttered a soft chuff as he approached, ears perked but tail swaying gently.