Walk | Talk | Think
The burly male followed behind his son, allowing him the freedom of space considering he knew Eirik was not happy about being called out to join the hunt. It had been a mere precaution. Rune knew the boy's tendency toward laziness, knew that their numbers were still small and likely not to grow too fast from the start; every little bit of help they could get, the better off they would be. And Eirik had plenty of potential, even if he had not realized it yet.
But his daughter, he knew, had already realized hers. Of the three, she seemed to be the most driven, the most self-assured and capable. There was pride in his eyes as he saw her lithe frame amid the grasses that made her stand out, watching his son hurry ahead to join her. Rune took his time, still occasionally glancing toward the borders and feeling that little sliver of paranoia as it touched the back of his neck. He could not continue to monitor those boundaries forever. He had to trust that they would hold, that Secretua's strength and stability would hold against any who would threaten them. This - forcing himself away from patrolling them to relax with a pack hunt - was the first step toward convincing himself.
Coming up to his two children, the male caught Eirik's words and answered in place of Warja, "You forget how many of us there are." Aside from those present, they only lacked three old enough to truly participate, with two young ones who were barely in the learning stages. As he considered it, Rune was suddenly more glad he had come along himself. Maybe he would have to put in a better effort of being tolerant and see if there were any beyond the border of Secretua who might benefit from joining the pack. "Whatever the case, we'll make it work," he assured them both, unwilling to be discouraged by attendance to their first pack hunt. Everything would fall into place in time.
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