Tyrian paused atop an outcropping that overlooked the river and peered down at the beach below. Somewhere around here lurked his father and his...brood. Tyrian had no 'good' reason for being there, really. He was just checking in. Valentine seemed to have bathed in the fountain of youth and was getting around fine for an old as fuck man, but there had to be limits to what all that magic could do. He had his doubts it could give the old man the energy to keep up with 10 - was it 11? 12? Fuck if he remembered... - kids. Thinking he'd found a lead, Tyrian jumped down into the sand below and took off along the bank at an easy lope. ""

The young Regni pup made his way around the outcropping. Moving as quietly as he could manage - which, for a clumsy dire wolf, wasn’t to the degree he would have liked. With his shiny hematite horns glinting in the sunlight and a little Merlin perching on their tip, he was as subtle as a herd of buffalos.

Despite this, he crept along like he had a shot at startling the other wolf. He recognised Tyrian of course, and knew him for family. Of course, the young and curious wolf might have laid his ambush even if he hadn’t known the other wolf.

As Tyrian leaped down from the outcropping, Lotus burst from his hiding place with a mighty growl, and aimed to knock into the wolves of the larger, adult wolf.

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Where Lotus was, Ivy wasn't far behind. His brother had grown horns, making them easier to tell apart (listen, he doesn't recognize the clear height difference as valid, let him be in denial a few more seasons). Maybe he was a little jealous. Where were his cool horns, after all? Behind his brother, as soundlessly as possible, he stalked. Ivy would keep to the shadows, and he'd even kept in mind what Rasha had taught him-- he'd covered parts of himself in mud to hopefully keep his scent down. Lotus wouldn't catch him on the breeze, not today! In fact it was just when he was ready to ambush his brother, making up the distance from afar, that he saw the larger boy leap down from the outcropping.

What?

His head shot up, and Ivy wasn't hiding any longer. His bird-friend swooped down from her perch as well, choosing the top of his head-- he supposed that he really did need horns for her to perch on, damn. Ivy's brow furrowed for only a moment, having an easier time navigating the obstacles than the larger twin. Uncle Tyrian had come! Though Ivy doesn't bother with a pseudo-threatening growl, he did scramble to greet the Fireside king with more urgency than before. With a bit of sliding, some of the rocks giving way beneath his paws, the blue pup made to crash into both his brother and his uncle. No, he couldn't even pretend to be threatening in a moment like this, and instead Ivy laughed gleefully.

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Before he could even register what was happening one of the little gremlins - where did the horns come from? - smashed into his legs. That alone wasn't enough to topple him, but right on Lotus' heels came Ivy and with two good sized kids slamming into his elbows at the same time Tyrian very nearly folded like a cheap chair onto them. He managed, somehow, to catch himself which was no small relief given the horns on the one boy. Rolling with their momentum Tyrian flopped over onto his side and threw up his paws to lightly bat at his attackers. All dramatics, he cried, "Ouch, ouch! I come in peace! It's Tyrian! The best uncle!" He didn't know if anyone else was actively trying to take on favorite aunt/uncle status but he was going to make a play for it. ""

His attack on the Fireside King was almost knocked off course by the sudden appearance of his twin. With a playful growl, he swiped at Ivy as he completed his momentum into Tyrian. He felt the larger wolf sway beneath them, and his tail wiggled with more vigour in excitement.

Then Tyrian was on his side, throwing up his paws. Lotus took that opportunity to put one of Ty’s large mittens into his mouth. At Ty’s pleas, he released his grip, spitting out the paw and placing his forepaws on Ty’s stomach. “The best Uncle? I’m not sure… the best Uncle would come bearing gifts. Does he look like the best Uncle. Ivy?” he teased, looking over at his twin.


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