Stone Circle Homesick

He tilted his head back and thumped his curly tail against the ground when she kissed his head. He chuckled softly, and shook his head as he looked down at the two little children. "No, I am not Tatanka," He said softly. "I am...Uhm," He looked down and pulled at a couple curly strands of fur. They sprang back as soon as they were released, a unique trait that he saw in no others, save for- "Sheep. Saudur," He said with a guilty little laugh. He felt certain that Tauris' children would grow up to be magnificent wolves, but as for him...He was beginning to notice now that he'd come to stop growing that he did not look quite as wolfish as all the others. 

He nodded. "With children, very busy," He said, with a happy sigh. Gunnar and Taktuq's children specifically had begun to grow so fast, he was beginning to see them less as children and more as small wolves. His ears flicked forward when she mentioned moving and for a moment, he tensed. He hung on her words, and sighed silently when she mentioned Treheim. "Oh, good," He said. For a moment, he'd thought that she might want to move somewhere further away.

The thought of living with Tauris and her children in their beautiful, verdant home pleased him, though he felt lightly uncomfortable with the idea of living there with the man he hardly knew. Selfishly, he wanted to keep that away from Figment, as it was something he considered almost sacred. He felt that connection he'd made with Tauris was beginning to come divided, and while she simply wanted for it to be shared among more wolves, he wasn't sure if he was ready for it. But it wasn't about him- it was about their family. 

"Fig?" He asked, before he continued. "Fig allow, me?" 

After all, Figment might have his own idea of how he wanted his family to be as well- and sharing it with a yearling who didn't belong to him might not be what he wanted.