King For A Day
He trusted Bass. He trusted Abaven. But certain things like this unsettled the man. He would let out the softest of sighs, coming to a stop as he eyed a ship. There were scents here... some faded and some fresh. There was definitely the noticeable scent of little ones here as well. Allen would hesitate, not wanting to get on some wolf's bad side because he stumbled upon some family or another. Deciding to announce his presence, the gentleman would tip his head back and let out a howl for whomever would answer.
He'd been resting alongside Arietta and their newborn, Ylva and her brother in a den a few doors down. The faint rise and fall of his chest indicated he'd fallen asleep, though his subconscious remained aware of his surroundings like he'd been trained. The gentle snoring and delicate whimpers and suckling of his new children was comforting, lulling him to sleep and rest peacefully for once. It felt like maybe he'd fallen asleep for a couple of hours before a howl caused his head to jerk up. Normally, he was smoother and not in a hurry about these kinds of things, but the thought that his young could be in potential danger kept him on high alert and on his toes. As he unwrapped himself from Arietta, one of the babies began to whine as it slipped away from her warmth. Gently, Sin would nose it back to her belly where it quieted before he gently nuzzled Arietta's cheek. That moment of tenderness was brief, the pale man slipping out of the den as he made his way off of the ship towards the caller.
As the stranger came into view, Sin had smoothed his fur and composed himself. His stature was tall and tail curled dominantly over his back as he stopped several feet from the man. Sin eyed him, the male reeking of another pack scent, though it wasn't any left behind from Sonticus. "Sonticus has left to other lands if they are what you seek, stranger." His guard was up in case this male had brought a raiding party, ready to protect his new litters with his life should he need to. |