Regal pads strode along the invisible fence of his lakeside estate, golden optics ever vigilant for signs of mischief as he patrolled his kingdom after attending to his beloved wife and trio of children. Whom of which had grown drastically before his eyes. No longer the blind, deaf, mewling balls of fur, but growing pups that could play, run and evidently begin to acquire a speech all their own. Soon, though, the cramped birthing den would have to be abandoned with the increasing rate of development his children were showing. Come the next week or so a discussion with Namid will need to be had on moving them to a new rendezvous point; the communal den.

Rust tinged ears flicked to and fro with each mighty stride of creamy caramel limbs, bottle brush shaped tail swaying neutrally at his heels. A portion of pine fencing occasionally doused in a masculine cologne to remind unwanted visitors who owned this prime piece of real estate. The lingering odor of a male subordinate coming to draw his attention away from the task at hand, gaze narrowing to hypothetically hone in on the direction of Tagg's scent trail as it skirted about the boarders ahead of him. There wasn't many instances where Vespertio crossed paths with the other man, pondering some nights if the ragged tawny brute was still lurking within the territory after Rift's sudden disappearance months ago. Only his odor indicating otherwise.

Minutes passed slowly before the deep baritone hum of his subordinate's voice graced the velveteen of the patriarch's ears forcing them to prick forward with curiosity. Gradually, muscles picked up the pace of his stride to emerge from behind the silhouettes of his pine tree soldiers. Body habitually adopting a dominant posture upon spotting not just his pack mate, but a stranger on his doormat. She was a pretty young thing. One glance at her slightly smaller proportion followed by a subtle inhale of her perfume revealed the girl to be no more than a year old sporting a coat of sweet caramel and creamy whites, the occasional shade of beige peeking along the outline of her spine. A pair of ghostly gray eyes nestled between her light tinted mask. A coloration unseen to the regal Vuesain before. 

Puffing out the broadness of his chest, golden gaze swept from the tawny man with a small nod in greeting before shifting to fall upon the girl. "What brings you to my boarders, Miss..?" Baritone voice leaving a purposeful pause indicating for the female to speak her name and business. 

The cue for the yearling belle to offer a form of identification was smoothly dismissed, whether purposeful or not, but gratefully she continued to reveal her ambitions for lurking outside his kingdom. Tawny skull nodding appropriately on occasion while flax gold optics remained focused on her face. According to her soft spoken words it was only mere curiosity that lured her and a sibling; a brother, to the patriarch's borders after discovering a pack was thriving in an environment that would suggest otherwise. Mountain dwelling was indeed harsh as she had mentioned, but it spoke as a testament to the strength and endurance of Fallen Tree Cove.

Ivory fur laced lips parted to begin to speak, but before a single syllable left his vocal chords a new face entered the small collection to add his two cents. “Sister, I have been looking all over for you!” The concerned tone lofted between the gathered wolves, Vespertio turning his attention from the first sibling to arrive to the last. “Who are you?” Came the bold question from the young man's mouth that brought forth a calculated step forward from the older tawny man with a scrutinizing slitting of golden optics, bottle brush tail curling further over his spine. "The alpha of these lands, boy. Who are you?" His voice laced in a tone that dared this squirt(for now) to continue being rude at his front door. Immediately it became obvious this one would be the troublemaker of the siblings. Something the man was not keen on having near his borders and growing pups who now could venture further out. 

Waiting silently with an expectant quirk of a brow for an answer on the boy's behalf, the Vuesain took the time to study him as he had his sister prior. Unlike Tauza, he held a darker tawny pelt. A rich mask of what appeared to be a chocolate brown fading into the lighter and darker fur that make up the agouti pattern. One that cloaked a larger frame than his litter-mate, yet both holding a startling shade of ghost grey for eyes. Regardless the patriarch liked to duo before him at a rate of fifty-fifty. Rude brother gaining a strike thus far, respectful sister remaining on the neutral list.