Boartusk Heights rotting

The area rotted with wolves he wasn’t familiar with and because nothing much was happening except for it, he was able to lazy around and be served with quality meat from servants. Living like this felt a little like luxury and the more he was involved, the more he liked it. His kids were getting grown too and so considering to meet them crossed his mind a few times, however it wasn’t s priority now.  

He wanted to roll around in snow and bathe in sun even though he hated it. The idea for some reason was appealing now, and so while that was happening he rolled onto his back and splayed himself over the wide rock, ready to take another nap.

the sneaking figure of a pale daughter, seen or unseen, appeared as the man basked with his belly exposed. each step was carefully made, painfully slow, but nearly soundless. candela was as patient as she was hungry; and when she was near enough to watch nivis' breath undulate through a cage of stretching ribs, she collected her legs beneath her and pounced.

The shock woke Nivis up, but instead of attacking, he defended himself and proceeded to kick Candela in an attempt to shake her off. She was still young, but not the youngest, and therefore a little too heavy for him to handle now. She got his ribs; breathing was difficult and Nivis choked a little until recognizing the scent of a friend.

It was the first interaction with his children he did encounter in a long time. One he was definitely gonna remember for a while and will stay away from his children therefore. Daughter or not, it surprised him and he growled. Rather scared from the interaction alone. An enemy would be better to face.