The salt and pepper Valle had been concerned about Eros’ injury when he had heard the pack bonding plan but had bit his tongue. At the very least it felt good to see some semblance of a light behind his son’s eyes again and he didn’t want to squash that enthusiasm. More of a nocturnal wolf himself he was growing tired when the sun began to peek into the sky, but with a yawn he abandoned the thought of napping.

He wasn’t sure how much of a ‘decorator’ he was going to be unless one of the children requested his help, but maybe he could be something of a judge. First to arrive, he chuffed a greeting towards his co-lead, tail waving loosely behind his haunches as he looked at everything that Eros had clearly spent hours gathering for the activity.

Settling down into a lounging sphinx position he questioned, ’Every contest needs a judge right?” Clearly volunteering himself for the position unless otherwise protested. That was something that he could do despite his fatigue while still participating. He smothered a cough that threatened to overtake him, only letting out a few gruff cough and throat clearing kind of hybrid sound.