You got the bullets, I got the gun

Laps… It was all he ever really did anymore. Circling the plains and the moor to the point where there was a well worn path marking their boarders now as well as very obvious scent markers. When he wasn't doing laps he would sleep, resting with his children and sometimes he would take them for a lap or two to get them into shape but that was all he could do… He had begun speaking less and less, not entirely because he didn't want to but because he struggled to find words. Even his thoughts were scattered, fleeting at best as they zipped from one topic to another. So when he heard her call there was a moment where he considered not going, ignoring his wifes call but then… A sigh. Eyes would close briefly before he would set off at a trot towards the sound. When he arrived at the moor a fair group had already gathered, old and new faces. He would move with silence through them, greeting his daughter's first with attempted touches to the neck before moving to offer Amarant a head butt to the shoulder, Aislinn a nod, Maija a tip of the head and Menix the softest of smiles followed by a slightly deeper nod. One of his wife's most loyal followers. There were others here too, some he thought he recognized from… somewhere… But one in particular stood out. That violet hued pelt making Kylar's skin crawl as slowly the massive male made his way to his wife, circling around her so he could position himself between Cataleya and Aster. Silently he would bristle, standing like a sentinel Between but slight behind his family. Why did Cataleya insist on keeping this freak around?