Beaver Eight Beaver Nine, STOP it’s Beaver Time

he watched her closely these days, checking in on her silently before going off on his own. erebos was an attentive husband, much to his pride. and wherever widow went, he made sure not be so far out as he use to be. with that, he had followed her; hovering a bit as he came some ways to aspen dam. why here of all places?- he'd think. but he remained still & silent, poised within a nearby thicket as he watched his wife with curiosity. hunting maybe?

but its then someone catches his eye from a short distance away. his eyes narrowed, ears splaying back in case this wolf posed a threat to the queen of hell. watching vigilantly, erebos awaited to see what unfolded before emerging. and to much of his relief, this stranger deemed itself friendly, if not a bit of a klutz. he soon gauged their plan and quiet conversation, to which he then slowly crept to silently seat himself near his wife's free side. "say when." he sent a mischievous smile to widow before glancing at the other wolf. "congratulations on your new home." he sealed the deal, or at least attempted to. offering his support with it all. not that widow needed it.