Swan Song

He was on the patrol, a protective surge within his gut. Eponine was slowly getting better, bless her heart, and soon it would be four out of his five pups out and about. Not to mention Avalon had just had a litter of her own. He felt not only the urge to protect Sonticus, but also to seek out Sin. Hellstrom... From what he knew of the place they had once shared close proximity when they were in the west. He would find that man, he swore, and take him down.

But for now it was more a moment of peace. Of routine. He’d find himself humming softly as he padded along, not particularly searching for anyone, but rather letting his gaze roam to see what he might find. Squirrels, here and there, were noticed running through the trees. Birds singing. Insects buzzing. It was... Almost blissful. But he knew, as long as the white devil lived, that there would be no true peace for Sonticus. That... And Imperium.

The man would give pause, noting a familiar face. Ahhh, so Avalon had escaped the den and her young ones to come out and get a drink, hmm? The brute would cross over to her, sitting by her side as he looked down into the water. He’d smile, voice soft as he spoke. “How are you enjoying parenthood? You had five little ones as well, right?”