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*Valentine* · (This post was last modified: 12-23-2014, 06:11 PM by Valentine.)

Settled atop a knoll, the brute gazed out across his domain. A breeze wafted to him and his chin lifted, nose twitching as he scented the air. Weighing heavily on the wind was the smell of the future. Too strong to ignore, the scent of two members stood out to him: Cascade who was pregnant (with his children - a fact he still haven't quite wrapped his mind around) and Dione who was somewhere in the stages of motherhood. The later he was a bit annoyed with. She'd been scarce for quite some time and while didn't sit well with him, what he liked even less was that she hadn't informed him of her pregnancy. He may not have seen her, but he had no trouble smelling her. Unwilling to intrude on her personal space, Valen had simply let her do her thing. Perhaps her pregnancy had shocked her as Cascade's had shocked him. He understood the need to process.

Sitting up, Valentine eyed the distance. Soon enough he was going to have to start scoping out neighboring lands. An explosion in population might push their needs beyond what the land was capable of providing. With all of the new mouths to feed they were bound to reach capacity soon. Stress was beginning to build, the needs of the pack weighing heavily on his shoulders. The brute growled to himself in frustration. He would survive the burden of authority, thrive even. Not one iota of his being believed otherwise. Until then he could only wait for the change, the adaption, that let him do just that.

His ears flicked, picking up the nearing sounds of movement. Perhaps a respite from the the hustle and bustle of alphaship would do him some good. The brute woofed, softly summoning whoever was slinking through the underbrush.

"Speaking" "Thinking"

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