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Two new children. Rune could hardly believe he was a father again. There was something different to it this time around, something that made him even more protective and curious of the youngsters. Likely it was merely experience. With his first litter, the young father had not the slightest clue what he was doing or what he should expect, and really had had no one that he could turn to for advice. He and his tiny mate had wandered into the uncharted grounds of parenthood with only each other to lean on, and somehow they had managed to raise those first three miracles all the way into adulthood. Now, with this second litter, he felt more prepared, more ready, and at the same time more nervous for all he now knew.
Alamea was recovering from the ordeal of their birth, and for as long as he could he had lingered there at her side. She had done beautifully, just as she had with their first litter, and it delighted him to no end to see her with a new set of newborns resting there at her belly. But the longer he stayed the less time he knew he was offering his children the opportunity of seeing their new baby sister and brother - the latter of which had sent Eirik off in some childish parade about no longer being the only boy in their family. He needed to give them all a moment to get acquainted, needed to get out and stretch his own legs, and decided to set off on a quick hunt to find something for his beautiful little mate.
Naturally he stuck close, scrounging through the Fern Gulley where they made their den and hoping that fate would be kind to him and end his hunt soon. But it was not a hare or any other small meal that he found. He was interrupted in his search by a howl from the pack's borders, and instinctively he bristled. He was never truly one for company, and with newborns hidden away inside of his home he was extra guarded. But, as alpha, it was his responsibility to answer such calls, and with a grumpy huff the pale grey Guardian set his dark paws to carrying him up and out of the Gulley and toward the pack's border.
He was wearing his natural scowl by the time he wandered out of the thick vegetation that hid his family from prying eyes, holding himself with the air and authority of his status. The wolf he found was of moderate height, had an unassuming earthy brown coat, but the markings around his mismatched eyes were unusual and oddly defined. This was no wolf that he could recognize or place with any others that he knew, his scent as unrecognizable as he was. Rune padded over to the individual and watched him with a cautious, skeptical glint in his eye, trying not to seem outwardly threatening but still keeping his head positioned defensively as a precaution when he stopped across from him, placing himself between this stranger and Secretua. "What business do you have here?" he questioned, his gruff voice blunt and slightly more harsh than necessary. Never one for pleasantries, he wasted no time on introductions and got right to asking the questions that he wanted answered.
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