Attend Me, Foul Creatures

The wraith had taken his daughter on a fishing trip, much to her chagrin. She was not old enough to be patient, and so she wandered off before he'd managed to properly secure the nets in the water. When he heard an unfamiliar voice ringing out from inland, summoning him back to the central pack territories, he sighed aloud. Glancing to his paws, where the last weight had been sunk into the silt below the water, he couldn't help frowning. It would be fine to leave it for a few hours, and likely gather more fish than if he lingered nearby. He lifted his head, let out a sharp bark to call the peach dappled wolfdog pup back from her foray down the beach. She hurried back to to him shamelessly, tail waving and tongue lolling.

By the time the pair returned to Valta lands, he was certain their absence had been noticed. The pale form of his husband was already visible among the crowds, those soft ears and ivory horns easy to pick out amidst the brightly hued titans and striking coat patterns that seemed to gather in growing number every year. His daughter stayed close without being instructed to do so, and so the pair picked through the assembled wolves to join up with Mojito and the other pups. As he drew close, the dark male stooped to press a swipe of his tongue atop Hanataro's head, and then Bancha's. His fondness showed as a subtle gleam in his eyes, a gentle curve of his dark lips.

Once his gaze turned to the unfamiliar fae who was settled at the head of the meeting, a dainty creature clad in slate and cream. This must be Scylla, the woman who'd taken leadership from Kotori. He dipped his head respectfully to her, his expression turning stoic as soon as he laid eyes on her. "Satoru-Klein Nao," he uttered simply, and took his seat at his husband's side. Were they related to this woman? Closely? The lineage of the massive family that he'd unwittingly married into was convoluted, and he wasn't keen to spend much energy on tracing the link between his family and the new leader. The man stooped again, alighting a gentle kiss upon Tsuki's head, completing the trifecta of kisses for his children. Finally, he looked to his husband and his nervous eyes, and leaned over to press their shoulders together. Unspoken solidarity and comfort, as most of his interactions tended to be in a public setting. Old habits die hard.