trying out this whole "dad" thing

Aresenn had been out patrolling the border when he discovered the scent trail of someone who didn’t belong entering pack lands. It was not a totally unexpected discovery – it seemed that trespassers had become especially bold since they claimed the Polar Sound. But he was aware of Elysia’s litter, and their mixed pack heritage. When Absinth had told him who had sired the lot, he couldn’t help but be amused at how deeply Pirates Plunder had been ingrained in the heart of Syndicate. However, there were still rules he had to uphold- and he was an enforcer.

It didn’t take him long to track Scald - finding him with one of his daughters among the pines of the valley. Aresenn was gradual with his approach - not openly confrontational. And as he drew into a conversational distance, he cleared his voice to call out. “Scald.” He didn’t acknowledge the girl- he didn’t know how Elysia chose to parent her children, and it certainly wasn’t his job to do so. Maybe it was because he had his own pups now that made him think of things differently, but he didn’t want to make this a physical altercation for him in front of his kid. Perhaps he was the only Syndicate lackey who would feel that way. But he made it clear in the tone of his voice that he was not requesting the Raider brute’s attention - he was demanding it.

"Aresenn Praetor"