Things at home seemed to be calm, at least for the moment. With the children reaching closer to a year their den had become cramped, though truthfully Félicien was a bit glad for it. He welcomed the chance to remain close with the young ones, though he was sure that soon they would be seeking their own dens. Farore had him worried though -- she was weakened and spent most of her time in the den it seemed. But Arkay and Thalos were growing into fine young gentleman and he was very glad for that. He knew that Novella and Frith would be proud of them.
He was still worried for Mystic and her family as well. They were still out there in the wilds, alone without a pack to protect them. It had divided his attention, though he had tried to go about patrolling Abaven when there. His other time was spent making a couple trips down to south Alacritia to see Mystic. He had yet to meet her father or little brother but he was sure that it was only a matter of time before that occurred. He just hoped that they liked him.
Bass’ call would distract him from his thoughts. He had been laying outside of the den, keeping an ear out for Thalos, Arkay, and Farore in case any of the three needed or wanted him for something. He couldn’t help but want to coddle them secretly. He knew he had to reach out to the boys more however.
Félicien would rise, glancing towards the den before calling softly inside to Farore and Thalos. “I’m going to the meeting you two.” He wasn’t sure if Farore would come with Thalos or not, but he was pretty sure the brown and cream male would make his way to the meeting before long.
The trek through the mud and muck was hardly welcome. Félicien would make his way there mostly alone, until a certain feathered companion decided to hitch a ride upon his back the last leg of the way. Sophitia had greeted him with a warm hoot, settling upon his back naturally. At least she didn’t need to deal with the mud, right?
He would arrive to find some of his packmates already present. Arkay was among them, and the golden and brown male would settle himself beside his cousin. “Having fun with the mud?” He’d tease the younger wolf. Sophitia would hop off his back onto the rock next to him, gazing up at Bass with bright bi-colored eyes.
“Hoo! Hello there...” It was directed at Bass, though this was the first time she’d seen him so she didn’t know his name. Félicien would glance at her, smiling. “That’s Bass. Bass, this is my companion, Sophitia.” Félicien would say softly, glancing at the Abaven leader.