new moon rising

Kieran would not question any problems the pack had, but rather run at them head on. It was how he had lived this long by tackling problems as they came. It was normal for the irishman to not panic. Had he known of Paarthurnax and her impending child rearing, he would have done his best to take care of her with food and shelter and anything else she needed. It was how he was, how he would always be.

Kieran shrugged softly at the word of thanks. A little uncomfortable at it, as it was what any good male should do. Take care of their pack and the females that resided in it. After all they were the bearers of the future. "'tis waaat any paddy worth 'is salt wud chucker. naw nade ter tank me."