Peace had returned to the older brute somewhat. He lived and breathed, found purpose in his pack. Aiko had persisted denning with him now, rather than with her siblings, her great uncle finding joy in watching the girl grow. He still tried to help with the others as much as he could, though he knew he didn?t spend enough time with them as a whole. Something he would soon need to remedy. But for now the brute would move through the plains, ears perked and dark green gaze scanning ahead of him. He had been practicing moving swiftly and silently, though he felt he could do better.
Gaze would eventually fall upon Quelt?s den. The man had lost his mate, Irune, and the calico felt his heart ache for him. Paws would lead him over, calling inside now to him, if he was there. ?Quelt?? Since it was the middle of the day he expected the children to be gone, though the blue-coated male was recovering from some wounds. Allen would wait for now, hoping that he might be able to spend some time with the other.