You made this? I made this.

Tyrian had a lot on his plate at the moment. Fireside nearly being at capacity weighed heavily on his mind more so now than ever since winter was upon them. They had stores and herds aplenty, but what if the winter was particularly hard? What if another natural disaster obliterated some of their hard work? With the pack as full as it was it wouldn't be too hard to undo the careful planning they'd done. By no means was the pack on a knife's edge but with a little nudge in the wrong direction it became a possibility. It was a sobering thought.

He was rolling that problem around in his head when Pestilence's howl rose over the Knolls. Dutifully Tyrian got to his paws and made a beeline for her, but his mind remained on the potential problem that still needed untangling. It felt wrong to caution the other newlywed couple against having a litter of their own when one set had already whelped theirs, but he wasn't sure what else could be done presently. Sparrow had been thinking about starting her own band for awhile now. Maybe he'd encourage her to get that rolling.

"Pestilence? What can-" Tyrian's eyes fell on the brightly colored pup and he jerked back like a startled horse. Well that was...a child. What the fuck had he missed here. He tossed a few confused glances between the dead coyote and the wolf pup before turning his attention back to Pestilence. When his eyes met hers the confusion in them was clear. "I don't even know where to start so how about you take the lead here."