Noctisardor Bypass with the moon i run

The silver she-wolf took her departure, Argent's gaze following her for only a moment before his attention directed to Mahler, who confirmed the younger wolf's suspicions of her rounding belly. It was shared then that another litter would be graced within the pack and with unspoken question, the ironsoul studied his stand-in father, feeling it inappropriate to ask if either litter were his this year.

He would find out in due time, he assumed, and so so drew after the tread of the dark gargoyle, quiet for a moment as an ear flickered in consideration to the question. "North East of here... we claimed a small grove. Quiet. Free of chaos." Each had their fair share of leading the rather peaceful pack, but it had given Argent little peace in terms of his own aspirations and desires.

"What of everyone from Diaspora?"