What leads us here

Mojito. His recently appointed lead healer. To Sirius, it seemed that the horned man had always had a lot to prove. small, part dog, and having left the Ashen pack to join his own. He tried hard under Seers reign, and did well. It was true that the Warlord had given him a hard time here and there, but he had persevered regardless. Now he was a potential father to Seers Grandkids, and the Warlord wasn't entirely sure how he felt about that.

He had broken a law in sleeping with Asla with no regard to children. As a healer, he definitely knew ways to keep it from happening. But Asla... Asla had chosen to do so as well, and he respected his Daughters choice, even if it did not align with the Armadas rules. He had made too many mistakes recently, pushed away those closest to him.

It was the timing more then anything, with trauma lingering in the air for all of them, and emotions runnning high. He couldn't, wouldn't, push them away because of this. Intead, he would meet with both potential fathers and ensure they knew their responsibilities. he raised his head and howled for the healer