Dead Weight! [leaving fireside]

The voice that called to him didn't come as much of a surprise. It was about time for Abilene to pick a career path. She'd had time to think about it and all that, so it made sense that she might be ready. Hopefully Alarr wasn't busy as it seemed quite likely the woman was going to stick with the path of a healer, in which case Alarr would be the best wolf to assess her suitability. Tyrian wouldn't call for his brother just yet, but as he walked he absently tried to remember the last place he'd seen him. He'd do well to remember as it would make summoning him easier.

Things were beginning to ramp up in Fireside. Valkyrie, Chaos' wife, had given birth recently. Soon enough five (!!!) pups would be old enough to leave the den and the packlands were rife with danger. Tyrian didn't expect everything to be puppy-proofed, but it wouldn't hurt to sand the rough edges off some of the corners, so to speak. This was the first litter to be born under his rule and the first litter for his family since Tyrian had become an adult. He was feeling a bit protective over - and more than a little nervous about! - his nieces and nephews.

When at last he was within sight of the small woman Tyrian greeted her warmly, "Abeline." He closed the distance down to a respectable speaking distance before continuing, "What can I do for you?"