Sex: MaleBy the time Angier had returned, it took a few moments before he fully approached the den. If it was quiet, then Elettra was more than likely asleep; he knew very well that she needed her rest and to disturb it could only spell out one very vexed and exhausted mother and Leader, something her mate wanted to avoid at all costs. The fish he had caught had taken him a little more than two hours. The part of the Marsh that he often frequented had frozen over from the cooler weather Relic Lore was experiencing in the early morning hours.
The fish there were all caught beneath the ice in the shallows and, though the Lyall had been hefty compared to his siblings, even his weight and large build had nearly been insufficient to break the glass-like surface on the water. He had triumphed though after much splashing about after a couple of lethargic catfish and he returned to the Infirmary, wet feet, wet tail, wet muzzle, muddied elbows and heels, and all. Last year, he recalled when he had been sent for a fish run to satisfy her cravings; hopefully, she would find his gift of a semi-impressive six-pound catfish acceptable for her breakfast. With a keen ear as he drew even closer to the entrance, he waited. Then, before he could even possibly pester her with all his shuffling in the dirt and grass, he left the fish just within the den opening.
His pale eyes tried to pick Elettra and the cubs out from one another in the darkness as his tall figure blocked out any available light from the moon, but as soon as one of them moved, he backed away and curled up in a ball with his black-tipped tail draped over his nose in his usual sleeping position. If he was needed for anything else, he was there to retrieve or provide it, and if anyone dared to encroach upon this most hallowed of spaces, he was there to keep Elettra, Deacon, Castiel, and Greer safe and sound.
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