How Bright The World

As the old saying went, happy wife, happy life. And Bane was pretty sure that he'd done well with hunting for Tahlia and their unborn children. He'd often joke with his mate while they were eating whatever he had caught that if the children wanted the meat or if she did. A smile creased over his aging muzzle, Bane struggling to stand up. His pelt, by the gods his pelt, it had gotten paler as if wanting to help him blend in with the snowfall, a black and white flecked coat of a whitish grey coming in with his winter fur. The winter pelt on the greyish male wasn't even really coming in as it used to, Bane not paying any mind to the cold. Tahlia, her howl... it sounded different... pained.

Was that a signal of new lives to come? Or was she in trouble? A furrowing of his brow cast a worried look on his face as his worn paws took him up to their hillside den. Was the trouble the new lives coming? A determined sense of protectiveness had overcome him since Tahlia became pregnant, the bottom of their hill being constantly patrolled when his body was able too from packmates. The marked trees were stalked by and Bane saw Loccian standing near the den entrance. If there was anyone besides Destruction that Bane trusted, it was Loccian, and right now her services were going to be very useful. Bane sat along the mouth of his den and turned around to watch for anybody else that might come. They would be met with a warning. And if necessary, fangs and claws.