Late at night, partly cloud,-10C/14F
Viorel had been enjoying having his children back safe under his pack’s rule, and the addition of the Cove pups had been smoother than he expected. It pleased him that his suggestion of continuing on the exchange had been a success. Having it go poorly could have ended in poor relations between the pack, or worse, one of the children could have gotten hurt. It was not that he did not trust the wolves of the Cove, it was that his children had a tendency to be putting themselves in dangerous situations without thinking. That, and there were presumably a lot of cliffs up there.
Still, they were reaching near the halfway mark, in just another week the three new faces who had been hanging around would be back where they belong. He couldn’t let them leave without at least one of the stories he had been told growing up on the coast. Sure, it was late, but what were the odds that all the children were in bed like they should be? It wasn’t like Viorel had ever been one to go to sleep on time.
Approaching the main meeting area with it’s signature broken empress trunks, Viorel chuffed to see if anyone was awake.