I am the very model of a modern Major-General

A wayward heart and mind had lead the aging man south. Soon Mara and Ruthger's son's would be a year old. Goodness how time flew. The militant brute pressed on, silver gaze thoughtful. He still had that feeling of longing, wondering if he truly had sired any litters in his youth. Did he have children out there? Probably... And what if the brother he'd left within their old pack? Was he gone now? The thought didn't move Felicien as much as it might a softer wolf. They lived. They died. He could only hope that it had been on the field of battle that his brother had fallen.

His ears were perked, intently focusing on his surroundings. It was rare, incredibly rare to sneak up on the man. But Felicien was braced for such a thing. The boys had been training well.... Wouldn't surprise him if one day they snuck up on him. But perhaps it was too soon to think that way. They still had some naivety to grow out of.

A scent hit him as the wind shifted and Felicien shifted his gaze in the direction of a stranger. Resting upon a stone wall was a wolf whom immediately caught his attention. Not romantically, mind you, but in fascination. The way the other held himself... There was no mistaking the discipline of a warrior. He tipped his head to the other wolf, certain the other had noticed him as well. Though where this meeting was to go was yet to be seen.