The backwater was starting to freeze over. Winter had announced its approach with the first snow, and a sudden cold spell, sending the forest critters rushing to their hibernation dens. And in the midst of it all were the remaining pack wolves, struggling to prepare for the season.

At the same time last year, Vasco had still been rehabilitating, slowly taking steps towards regaining his full strength, both physically and mentally – he’d been a burden to the backwater rather than an asset. But this time around, he would do his part, and more if possible. His son’s growing stress had not passed over the father’s head either, and he was eager to relieve it as much as possible. The pressure had only been growing since the initial blow of both his co-leader and wife leaving, and now that it looked like winter might come before their return, everything looked even more bleak; Not to mention Eros and Seri’s sudden, unexpected departure.

Suffice to say, that the Halex might have an inkling of what was in store when he hurried to answer his leader’s beckon, though he refused to speculate. As he arrived, Clover was just making her greeting, and Vasco offered a smile of his own, nodding to both of the younger wolves before taking a seat at her side. From there he eyed Viorel’s catch with approval – remembering how he and his siblings had chased similar birds in their childhood along the coast, with much less success. “Good catch,” he hummed now, proud of what his son had become, and hoping he himself could live up to the expectations the leader was about to place on his shoulders.

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Vasco chuckled at his son’s reply, humored by the idea of the now well grown man chasing birds as he had in his childhood. He considered making a joke about said puppyhood escapades, but refrained, assuming Viorel had called them for a specific reason, not just to reminisce.

His nervous shift proved as much, Vasco’s brow wrinkling at this unusual sign of vulnerability. Much like his companion, the older male was worried, knowing that his son rarely let his emotions show, always wanting to appear strong and capable. In the past, when Viorel had opened up to him, it had been in private, and always brief, this was entirely different. But he didn’t make them wait long before revealing his predicament, nor did he mince words – he was asking for help.

It would be fair to say that Vasco was a bit stunned, by Viorel admitting his struggles yes, but also that he was asking them, him for help. Despite having been in the backwater for well over a year, there was still part of him that felt weighed by the same inadequacy as he had on the coast, and hearing Viorel’s words of praise touched him deeply – he wanted to be worthy of that respect. The last addition though, did bring a half smile to his lips, accompanied by a small huff; Now that’s more like him…!

Clover responded quickly, her simple thanks not revealing any of her feelings, though the Halex suspected some were similar to his own. As their eyes met and she continued, as much was clear, and the older man huffed again, feeling a hint of relief. “Yes indeed, we are civilized adults, I’m sure we can come to an agreement,” he nodded, glancing pointedly at his son. But his gaze soon grew soft; “Thank you Viorel, it’s been a true joy to serve you and your pack, and I’ll continue to do so gladly.” A pause, as he held his leader’s gaze, then he sighed a little, looking back at Clover with a warm smile; “But I believe you would be the wiser choice, dear. You’ve stood by Viorel since the beginning and shown your skills both with your brood and acting as our healer. It’s only right that you should step up and I’ve no qualms about remaining below you.” It was the honest truth. Vasco enjoyed being valued in his high position, but the thought of leading was daunting beyond his ambition and besides, it was much more fitting for Viorel to be joined by someone closer to his own age, someone he shared a close, non-familial bond with; The pack could use a woman’s touch… This last thought he kept to himself though, not wanting to be disrespectful to Viorel’s lost mate and poke at a wound that was still too fresh.

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Clover was obviously shocked by his words, having apparently expected him to pitch his own leadership skills; Why bother? He was simply moving the process along, getting them to the obvious conclusion quickly; unless she doesn’t think so…? Could Clover be sharing his same reservations about leadership, or did she have another reason to hesitate?

His pondering was interrupted by Viorel’s theatrics, which earned the young leader another look from his father; this time with one brow raised. Yes, it would do him very good to have some brains by his side, to balance his more immature impulses, and a more level-headed sounding board than Vayko had been.

As Clover chuckled, Vasco’s gaze returned to her, softening; And someone kinder to him than his father would be…! He’d always thought the two made a good match. And as she consented, if a little hesitantly, the older man smiled, nodding his head – she was the better choice. Her addition however, was a surprising compromise, one he had not even considered. But wasn’t it the perfect solution? As advisor he could have the influence he craved, without the pressure of leadership. A chance to sway not only his son, but his fellow leader as well; Oh yes. The perfect solution indeed.

Bowing his head humbly, Vasco answered in a solemn voice: “I’d be honored.” Then he smiled again, looking back up at his new leader; “Consider me at your beck and call.” He’d be more than happy to advise her on anything.

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