Firefly Glen [BWH] névoa ‹‹

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falcon eats, rather voraciously, now. and tvar watches him for some time, until the woman's voice lilts in the direction of him.

tvar's head turns, then, eyes of pinewood settling upon her. the masculine heaves a large sigh, dipping his head in wordless thanks. it is a father's job to teach his son. comes his response, dry in content but not warmth.

sons, he had wanted to say. still, a raw wound upon his heart and soul, the death of his other children. tzar and jackdaw, and his daughter, periwinkle. even more raw is the death of his mate.

but i will admit... he speaks up, and while he talks, his eyes roam over the hunt gathering. he's the one who brought me here. i had no intentions of coming.

falcon's head lifts at that comment, brows furrowing. you never want to see other wolves. falcon murmurs beneath his breath dryly.

the father's head turns, tail swishing patiently. and for good reason. he knocks a paw into falcon's shoulder, and the boy scowls in return.

what reason? falcon challenges, looking between both tvar and magui. i think you're just a grouch ever since mom and—

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