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Damn his son! Did he not know better than to go wandering off in the middle of a pack meeting, particularly one as important as this one? Rune glared in the direction his rosy-eyed boy had gone, unable to fathom what might have captured his attention so wholly to draw him away like this. He might have been a flighty kid, but never had he been one for outright insubordination. He better have a good excuse, the surly grey male grumbled to himself as he shook his head darkly and once again returned his gaze to what, for the moment, was important: the uninvited rogue who had blatantly disregarded the pack's boundary in order to visit his daughter.
Warja - thankfully - looked just as surprised as the rest of them felt. Whatever little adventure this wolf had thought to make here had not involved her, which placed the sole blame for his trespassing upon him. It relieved Rune, even if only slightly, to know that his daughter was not going behind his back to invite rogues into their home. Friends of hers or not, he was still far too strict to just allow someone into his home without making his own assessments first.
While his startled daughter stared wide-eyed at her friend and the boy moved in closer to nuzzle her as he answered the question she had asked, Rune felt a low growl form within his throat. Oh, this was not going well at all. Just barely he managed to keep the fur on the back of his neck from rising, but he could not stop his tail from arching behind him. "Do borders mean nothing anymore?" he growled rhetorically, his narrowed blue stare fixed on Kismet alone. "Trespassing is a punishable offense, no matter if you know my daughter or not." A part of him, the strict, rule-abiding side, wanted to enforce that law now, but he had a feeling Warja would have disapproved. Why did he have to be placed in this damn situation?
To make matters worse, his son finally returned, but he was not alone. Behind him followed another, a petite white wolf who at first reminded Rune greatly of his own mate though she differed in build. Another trespasser, or had he fetched this one at the border just now? Neither seemed to show signs of a run from the pack's edge, so he could only assume they had met in the middle. Again, Rune growled, grumbling to himself, "These kids will be the death of me."
Eirik pleaded his case, claiming the young woman as his friend and asking on her behalf for her to stay here. Irritation crawled across Rune's skin at the request - Secretua was not some hangout for kids. But, as he tried to reason with himself, it did not seem as if either of his own children had been behind this. Their friends simply had skewed ideas of what a closed border was. "Is that true?" he asked gruffly, curtly, his demanding gaze now set upon the little wolf who stood with his son. Two different trespassers in one day. What were the odds?
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