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Torin needed there were a few things he needed to get on top of before his children were born, knowing full well his attention would be drawn elsewhere once they were born, even more so once they were independent. The gangly woman they'd forcibly taken into their ranks was chief among those things. He emerged from his den, shaking the dirt from his coat, and yawning. He'd gotten into the habit of sleeping in later than he'd ever done before, not wanting to leave Derecho's side but knowing he had to.

The man resolved himself and was glad he managed to pick up the woman's scent, easily tracking her to the base of a willow. Torin cleared his throat as he approached, adopting an easy but still authoritative stance, his tail lifted but not the high banner it had been when he'd first met her, his gaze was stern but not hostile. "I figured it was time to talk." He said as he approached, settling onto his haunches before the woman, his tone and actions making it clear she didn't really have a choice. "You probably have questions both about Lirim and about your position here. I am here to answer them." He said, his tone even as he ran his gaze over Ragnheiðr, he had to admit to being pleased she'd at the very least listened to his rules about not leaving. There might be hope for her yet.

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