If There Was A Plan Made

It seemed he rarely got any sleep. First, he had to adjust to sharing a den with three children, then, they moved and created Lydovne, which required him to patrol regularly. And if it was neither of them, he simply had to much on his mind. His red gaze would remain open as he stared at the roof of the den, listening to the quietness of the area, almost focusing on the sound of his families breathing. Though, boredom was quick to strike and as soon as he heard one of the children shifting to go outside, Novaro would also follow. as he looked to which one it was, he would see it was necrosis. He would often wonder if the boy wished to socialize more and develop his... communication. Though, Novaro loved them all for who they were. " Have you picked up any hobbie's yet? Ganja's taken a liking to plants, What about you?" He wished to know his children's interests. If they actually had any that is, they were still only young and developing.