Bearclaw Valley crash of worlds

with a chuckle, he said, "s'pose it isn't planned most of the time, anyway." there was a thoughtful pause then, as they continued forth. "reckon' you're gonna make a fine father to them pups." while they got off on the wrong foot, dolce had respect for the man. he was strong, dependable; it was proven with the rex and regina's trust toward him.

he was happy that tvar had moved on, and he wanted to prove that there was no longer any bad blood between them. though, he wasn't sure if there ever was on tvar's end. perhaps he envied him, in that regard. 

the scent is strong now. in the distance is the grating yowling of the coyotes; they didn't sound alarmed, least not yet, so dolce hoped they'd still have the element of surprise. he moved quicker now, eager to catch them. to spill their blood the same way they'd spilled that young girl's. 

tvar's question catches him off guard. he clears his throat, his ears planing sideward for a second. "i know she wants 'em, and she'd make a helluva mother. just dunno if i'd make the best father." not to say he wouldn't try, but starting a family hadn't exactly been on his mind before he'd met his woman. 

he thinks of his own father, the one who'd scarcely ever been in his life. up and deserted dolce and his mom shortly after he was born; he hardly even knew the fuckers name. he was certain on one thing; if he were to have kids, he wouldn't desert them. he'd stay and try his best to be the father they deserve.