It was Novel's rough childhood that had brought them together one fateful day. New to her rank in the pack and struggling with the fears she would be like him had caused her to seek comfort and it was in Dutiron that she found it. Then he had believed her to be nothing like her father and whilst there had indeed been difficulties in raising their children, even now he would be swift to correct anyone that dared compare her to the harsh man.
"It's been so long since we've seen them, especially her." It had been too long, even after Song's departure Dutiron would have never thought that each of the children would suddenly leave the pack, even now he still found it somewhat difficult to believe they'd done it, but perhaps simply because he truly did miss them. Whilst he loved Novel, was glad that at least she would remain with him, there had always been that slight feeling of emptiness each time one of their children had left.
"I know. But it will be fine. Do you really think that Anthem would turn us away? And who could say no to him?" Of course he had no idea how many of their children still remained together, he was certain that someone would still be caring for Anthem, even the younger litter had begun to step up and help care for their big brother before leaving. It was an attempt to lighten the mood though, bring back the joyful excitement they had experienced before leaving Ahlon.
"I just hope beyond hope that she will let us meet our grand children." That was of course one big worry. No matter what Anthem or any of the others said, a reconciliation with Song was needed in order to meet their grand children. After the news had reached them he had spent a long time wondering what they were like, and at last they were close to making that fantasy a reality. It just all depended on Song.
He wished he could promise Novel that everything would be fine, that they would meet their grand children and be one big happy family once more though he wasn't sure that even he could manage to make the story sound entirely convincing, not with the way things had ended with Song. "They'll be a year old now, able to make up their own minds. Perhaps if they want to meet us Song will listen regardless."
