If I Smile, Promise Not To Get Upset?

The pale elder sniffed the entrance of his den for the umpteenth time that morning and let out a sigh as he turned to overlook the lake and try to solve a worrying question, head dipping into the den and eyeing his daughter. How the pup had made it past his sleeping form in the carved out alcove of the dens tunnel entrance, he had no idea. The little one had bumbled away last night by the fact that Anais had arrived bearing Lior in the morning much to both of the adults surprise and worry.

He'd taken Lior from his daughter, but as he placed the pup by Tahlia to feed he caught the dry stink of lake water that made the elder wolf give pause. It was true that Bane was old, but he wasn't a fool, his nose was far better than a pups. And Lior was still sleeping despite the time.

Bane snorted and drew his head back out and looked around at the trees surrounding the den. They should be marked. They have to be marked... but he wouldn't in this pack. Talutah would die with his offspring. The tribe in the northern ashlands were all gone. The pale wolf lay down with his head over his paws and eyed the lake, a few shapes shifting amongst the tree as fellow packmates went about their day.

A cry went up from behind and Bane couldn't help but grin at his daughter as the pup's pattering paws brought her to him. "Hey little trouble maker. How you doing?" The elder chimed as shifted to lay on his side, a paw waving over his daughters head. What Lior had done last night wouldn't be brought up. Life was to short for something such as a midnight sip of water to bother Bane too much.