Well Now

He’d been spending his time healing after the Raid, and brooding over his options. Like Mask, he shared the misgivings that any resultant activity from this event would likely peter out in time if nothing was done to keep the boulder rolling. Not only that, but with his and Solveiga’s unborn children, come their births, the pack would well and truly be overfilled.

Even with this unfortunate train of thought, his features softened into a warm smile as the subject of his Consort and their unborn litter settled into place. It was one of the few things that could settle his hackles lately. And speaking of children…

Mask’s call to Marina’s litter reached his ears and he lifted his head, interest kindling. Rising, albeit stiffly, he padded toward the howl, hoping he’d see the multitude of rainbow backed pups heading for the call as well. However, he arrived first, settling off to the side with a nod to Mask. ”Well done, Mask.”

He let the approval show in his voice. Now, he hoped, the youngest additions to the pack would come to learn something interesting.