Walk | Talk | Think
A quick word had been given to Alamea before Rune had set off at a run, hurrying to get to his sister and be there for her and the birth of her children. At least he could say the weather on this day was perfect in comparison to how it had been for his own mate when she had given birth. No hurricane winds, no pelting rain, no ocean to suddenly get caught up in. Gods, he was glad they were away from that island. Here there was only snow, an almost cheery cold, and family that he had never really thought to actually live with again. And he really hoped to get there to be among them in time.
As fast as his dark paws had carried him, he was still late to the scene. Or so he guessed. Aunt Vi was already there, standing outside the den, and upon noting her posture Rune was suddenly wary. She sure seemed up in a huff about something, and as he slowed and came up behind her the black fur along his spine bristled as well, a soft, quiet growl announcing himself and his willingness to back up his aunt whatever the reason for her upset.
That became clear in an instant as he came around her side. Red colored coats were hard to miss, and considering he had only been expecting to find one the other wolf drew his immediate attention. His icy blue eyes narrowed, knowing without knowing for certain just who this was. Why else would he be here during this important event, one that called for family to come together and celebrate new life? Rune was conflicted. Despite however Maia might have felt about the situation, he was angry with this red, spotted male. He knew firsthand how challenging raising a litter of pups was, and that even with another wolf to assist with that caring. And Maia, as far as he ha been able to tell, was seemingly on her own. But, just as Viridiana, if his sister wanted him here what right did the pale grey brother have to chase him away?
He could hear the pups crying within the den, a small litter if the overall quietness of them was any indication. Rune had had every intention of going to see them, but for the moment he was distracted, watching this stranger, this intruder, as well as his aunt. It may have been Maia's den, Maia's birth site, but Aunt Vi held the most power here in territories she had first claimed. He planned to behave himself, expression forming a silent scowl as he made his fur settle and came to slowly stand beside Viridiana. But only so long as Aunt Vi commanded.
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