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The dark wolf dozed lightly in the sun—an act not something he often partook in, but comforting on this day. The internal drama among the creek drifted away in those moments when he sought refuge close to @Jakoul and his children—a guardian in the shadows.

So when he heard rustling, the man shifted his weight, lazily rolling from one side to the other as his eyes blinked against the sun, vision adjusting. He had expected the spritely form of Jakoul, but instead was met with peeking eyes—a dark face poking its head out into the world for the first time.

He studied the boy a moment—amusement flickering in his chest as the cub took in the world for the first time. “I was wondering which of you would be first,” he rumbled softly, extending a paw lightly—coaxing, he hoped—to see if the boy would come further.