He would return to the place where his children lied. Where his trophy resided in safety. Within his jaws, a dead hare lied within. He was to take Arietta a meal so she could continue to support their growing children. He was proud of of her, for bearing such healthy children. And he could not wait to see them grow and become strong. He wondered, if they would come out like him or like their mother...either way, he would train them to be great warriors. It was then as he neared the vessel, scents would cross his path. He would stop, venomous amber gaze seeking out the direction of the pair, hackles rising as he would carry on. Trespassers would not be permitted here, not while his mate and children were vulnerable. He dropped his catch near the path he usually took, and continued forth to where he would locate the trespassing pair. One smelled of Tortuga, the other a rogue. He would have no problem chasing them away, and if the Tortugan were to cause trouble then he would ensure that his sister Roman would hear about her misconduct. He would see them nearing, and his paws worked silently as he came upon them. A growl rumbling in his throat. "I will show you a magic trick if you do not leave these lands..." He would warn them then and there, teeth baring as his muscles grew stiff.
