Spotted Eagle Mountain The weak breeze whispers nothing

He heaved a sigh, but smiled. "Yeah, I know." He could've made a comment about the Imperator having Killdeer's unmentionables in a jar, but he chose not to. He'd rather not put that pressure on his son, and that was the whole reason why he visited like clockwork at an area that was close to Killdeer's pack but far enough away that he wouldn't risk jeopardizing his son's position. 

Killdeer pulled away, and he tried to keep the sadness from his eyes as he gave his kid one more smile. "Alright. Be good. I'll see you soon, yeah?" He said, wanting to squeeze one more promise from his son before he left and headed back toward the Caldera. The further he roved from his son, the heavier his pawsteps became; the only lightened when he was back in Teya's embrace, as if both of the wolves he loved had their own gravitational pull.