At the cusp

The man chuckled as his mate commented on their family and the aforementioned pack. "They would be crazy to turn us away." Ochre wondered what he might do when settled down with this pack. Of course he would hunt regularly to provide for his family. Aside from that, he would most likely set up a workshop. He would build. He would craft. He would trade. If others wished to learn, and he hoped that they would, he would teach. The earthen man loved to teach. When instructing a group of students, he was in his element.

Daelos nuzzled into him, giving the man a few licks along his muzzle and he found himself wondering how long his daughters would be gone. Despite his scholarly ways, he was still very much a man. A man that found his woman quite enthralling. He was attracted to her as much today as he had been the day that his eyes had first fallen upon her. She entranced him completely. That wasn't to say that he was a pushover. When she was in one of her moods, he would call her on it. It was always his intent to never go to bed angry, so he always did his best to soothe things over.

"Perhaps I'll hunt tomorrow. We can arrive at this new pack bearing gifts." It would be a nice show. Prove that the Kvasir's were worth accepting. They could hold their own and would be capable of pulling their weight and contributing to the pack. He had his pack of tools that would be used to aid them, but food spoke to the core of a wolf. Casting his green eyes towards Dae, he spoke. "What do you think?"

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