He had seen Torin and Zell leave and was ninety nine percent sure he knew the reason. He hoped for the sake of Jewell's sanity that they managed to find the two missing boys. Frost had been busy patrolling and getting to know his niece better, glad to hear she would be spending the winter here in Lirim. This would give him much more time to get to know her and learn about what she knew of her other siblings. Though this opened a wound deep within his soul, the yearning to have kids of his own. He wasn't sure he would ever get past that urge to have kids, but as he grew older his time for that to be possible was slipping.
He had been patrolling when he heard Torin's call in the distance. He was calling for Jewell, but Frost's interest was pulled to the call. Had Torin come back with the boys in tow? Or worse had he found their bodies and come to deliver them for burial. He winced with that thought, surly hoping that it wasn't the case. Turning he headed in the direction of the call, his long legs carrying him smoothly over the ground. He didn't know what to expect when he arrived, but when he grew closer his ears would flatten in displeasure and he would stop to take it all in. Words were angry, voices rising. No..... No this didn't need to happen not in front of the kids. They were all adults and the needed to be role models to Jewell's kids. He huffed and strode forward to close the space. He was glad to see the boys were back, but he didn't like how Tense Torin was getting and it needed to be stopped before things got out of hand. He came up beside Jewell, stopping and smiling at her.
"Take your boys back to the dens, there is a fresh deer there if they are hungry," he said nudging her gently.
Then his attention turned to Torin and Zell Moving forward and stopping in between them to stop from things becoming further heated while the kids were around.
"Enough. I want to speak with both of you privately," he said sternly.
