Legolas. The name, as strange as it was, seemed to fit the tawny bundle of fur. The first two had been named after significant wolves in their lives but they had to have one oddity within the Stark brood. Perhaps next year, with their next litter, Lachesis would revisit his family names. Name a son after his father or a daughter after his mother. Carry on the legacy that remained in the north. Part of him wished he could return to the tundra and inform his parents of what he had created for himself. How he had become the leader of a pack and started his own family. That he had made something of himself. It’s perfect, he hummed as he nestled closer against his mate and their three children. Rest, my love, he added as he pressed a soft, comforting lick to her forehead, and when you wake they’ll be food for you. There weren’t enough words to describe how proud he was of her for enduring another year of childbirth. She deserved the hours of sleep she was about to receive and Lachesis would do everything possible to ensure that she wasn’t disturbed. Which was why he would wait until she succumbed to sleep before slipping away to bring her something warm to eat…

Fade — thread complete.