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@Scimitar set before he fights the bfw wolves

Trajan was tucked comfortably against two of his siblings and was leaning against his mother, having just woken up from his nap. Eyelids parted to reveal bicolored eyes and the little Angelus Mortis rose slowly onto his paws, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the blinding afternoon winter light that shone through the den entrance. Seeing his siblings were all sleeping, the oldest boy tottered forward towards the direction of the den entrance.

He stumbled and fell but did not make a fuss, instead scrunched up his face in a frown and slowly attempted to stand again. Once he did, the silver boy attempted to complete his mission of crossing the den.

Once more, the cinnamon wolf stole forward to spend a few moments with the pups. They were at a tender age he enjoyed thoroughly – and, each time he did pay a visit, the Alpha soon realized how much he wouldn’t mind having his own.

This time around he had no gifts to bring. He knew his visit would be short, but wanted to stop by even for those stolen moments. As his creamy paws loped closer, his bright aqua eyes would catch upon a flash of grey. Trajan was at the entrance, and a small grin pressed to Scimitar’s lips as he watched the youth. Soon, they would all be running circles around him, and it would take every ounce of his energy to keep up with them.

Ushering a low woof to announce his presence to the boy, the cinnamon wolf allowed his large figure to fall to the ground, scooching forward along the snow. With lifted wolfish brows, the Alpha waited for his playmate to either come closer, or scamper back to the shadows of the den – somehow, given the bravado Paarthurnax’s children had, he felt the boy would choose the first option.