Camden had noticed how the numbers dwindled as the drought eased it’s hold on them all. Water had returned, and with it came a certain sense of security… others felt comfortable with leaving, but Camden remained a fixture, regardless of the cold shoulders he received from others or any thoughts about his own attempted courtship of their alpha and queen. He made his way for her now, a plump vole clutched in his jaws for her.
Perhaps if he were lucky, he would see the children as well… he knew there was no way to know for sure if any were his own blood, but in his mind it did not matter… he held a deep affection for Avella, and thus her children were his own, in his eyes, even if it was something he had never addressed with her. It never felt like they were quite at the point of that own discussion.
“Mon Cherie, I’ve brought you a snack.” He called out after setting the vole down, finding her at the mouth of the den. “How have you been, cher?” He could not imagine the day to day stresses that came with trying to keep the Ridge afloat while raising an entire brood of her own… it sounded far too stressful to him, and so he would be there to ease her burdens any way he could.
sorry baby girl but i can't tonight