Golden Glade Sand is what we're really made of

A soft laugh sounded as he watched his daughter's attempts to return his affection, his golden eyes watching as she then toppled over on her tiny legs and landed directly on her rump. Sylvas' ears arched as he listened to his daughter's words, a smile revealing itself for her as he stepped forward to give her another caring nudge. The mercenary looked on proudly as Sorrel made her way toward her brother, who was repeating Sylvas' favourite words. The father approached, helplessly watching as Sorrel used her brother for a 'seat', the male's ears then flicked backward as he caught sound of Kieran's cries. Slowly he shook his head in an amused manner, his head lifting some as he then listened to his son's 'growl', pride filled him slightly as he smiled down at the pair.


Hearing Eden's tone, Sylvas looked to his mate, catching the look within her eyes as she called them to taste meat for the very first time. Clearing his throat, the mercenary looked down to Kieran and Sorrel, ”Come now, your mother wants you to try something.” His voice was soft, but stern.