The chocolatey form of Threar's Author would slowly shift over the greening grasses of the bay. The hint of a smile would play on his features as he walked alone over the land. His head was level with his spine as he slowly made his way, bicolored eyes sweeping the territory as he passed along the borders. He focused on the task at hand, keeping his worrying mind from thinking his usual thoughts. He'd been able to calm himself considerably after the rough winter, while there was still a chill in the air he was able to give up most of his worry about making it through winter. If the pack kept up wit their hunting practices though they'd get through easily. He wished he could boast stronger members though, while he had a strong faith in most all of them he did worry for a couple.
Still there were happy thoughts that should have been floating through his head as well. His children were adults now, fully grown and he could hardly believe it. It wouldn't be too much longer and they'd be the same age that their parents had been when they met. That thought was what worried him the most. He was too young to be a grandfather, he wasn't ready for his babies to have babies. When he remembered what he'd done at their age... sneaking into the pack, getting Novella pregnant before they had even agreed to marry.. Oh gods he had a rough couple of years coming up.
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