She was sleeping soundly within the den, he had heard her snoring lightly and when he had peered inside he could make out the rapid flickering of her eyes beneath her eyelids, she would not be waking any time soon. It was during these times that he went about hunting for both her and his children as well as visiting his sister and pups. Those visits were short at best and he wished he could spend more time with them but he was not willing to lose the black and silver bitch and the spawn she carried within her.
He carried a small raven in his mouth now, a meal for the bitch he kept squirreled away from the rest of the world. He approached the den, violet gaze falling upon the backside of his son poking from a shrub. He stopped, dropped the bird and stepped over it. "What are you doing?" He asked, his face and voice stern despite the slight amusement at the audacity of his Son's actions.
