Wapun Meadow blood axe

tvar nodded, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. i will do my best. i owe you and ameline for taking me in,

the future for tvar in bearclaw that ancelin proposed wasn’t lost on him, nor was the trust it represented.

the mention of the pack growing, of little ones soon to fill the valley, brought a subtle shift to tvar’s expression. not brooding, but thoughtful, his ears flicking in an almost nervous gesture. it wasn’t just the idea of new life—it was what it might mean for him, for towhee, for what they’d shared. he huffed quietly, forcing the thoughts away as he refocused on the patrol.

are you hoping for a son, ancelin? he asked, the faintest glint of mischief in his blue eyes as his lips twitched into a smirk. it was a jest, aimed squarely at the man’s well-earned reputation as a girl dad.