Keeping a child fed was an interesting endevor. He was adjusting taking care of her. Sabriel, she was so tiny and well adorable. Fluffy and kind - in that light. He was filled with the nevousness that he might mess up. That she'll hate him or she'll die worst of all. Was this how his dad felt? A constant unnerving feeling of needing to take care of someone and just wanting them to be okay. Oh and he couldn't even delve into the feelings he had for Alfred. HIS COUSIN, of all wolves - but they were adopted so maybe it was better that way. Razor needed to get out. He paced around the falls, thoughts swarming his head. He needed to calm himself, so he sat down and pulled his front paws together. Maybe he should talk to amalia, no perhaps his brother. Razor's ears flicked at the thought. Not entirely knowing what he would think of him. It was frustrating and he didn't get frustrated often. "Talk"

Jackson had just returned from two days of scouting for herds. He needed to be knowledgeable of their locations since it was winter and time to stock up on food. Hopefully he could gather a few wolves in the next couple of days to take down a few whitetail to stockpile their meat supply. He was feeling rather beat, but he wouldn't admit it. He was trying his best to play his part in the pack. He had been feeling pretty good since he had rejoined, but the back of his mind was still nagging him about the failure of the first pack. He didn't know why, but he partly blamed himself for it and he knew it wasn't his fault. He often wondered how his larger brother was making out and still felt hurt about him just up a leaving. He was also hurt that Riv hadn't come to Fiori to visit, then again Riv didn't even know he had returned here. Huffing the thick male trudged through the territory towards the falls. He needed to relax and regain his energy. He never slept well when he was away from home and he was hoping to relax at the falls. He moved forward in a somewhat hurried place looking to cover ground quickly. Nearing the falls the male looked around curious to see if any other pack members were nearby. He grew closer to the falls and a form came into view. At first he couldn't tell who it was, but when he grew closer a smile formed on his features. That form was his brother, Razor. Jackson's tail wagged and he let out a bark so that Razor knew he was approaching. "Hey Razor how's it going," he said as he flopped down in front of him. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think

Razor was snapped to reality like being pulled out of a sink hole. His attention turned towards his brother and he blinked. Just when he had been thinking about him he showed up, what luck was within him for the gods to hear that prayer. "It's.... going.... I guess." his eyes darted to the side for a moment. He then plopped down and stared at his reflection for a moment. "So I uhhh adopted a little girl. Her name's sabriel." his ears flicked as he looked up at Jackson. "I also have a crush on someone and that's what I worry about these days." His eyes furrowed. This situation was a predicament for days. Wolves worried about survival and here he was thinking about who the hell he liked and if it was wrong or right. "Talk"