Late afternoon/early evening, Partly cloud, 12C/53F
The man couldn’t remember another time in his life where he had been so tired everyday, but also so happy. Every waking moment was filled with leader duties, marking borders, checking with his advisor, filling caches, being a father to his first litter who had left the den and his younger litter still in their home. Not only that but he was still trying to balance time with Vanadis and their blossoming relationship.
Waking up from his afternoon nap in the sun, Viorel knew that it was time. His and Clover’s children had left their hidey hole last week, and it was time for Archer and Eros to do the same. Blinking away the remaining drowsiness that lingered from his nap, the salt and pepper wolf got to his paws. Stretching leisurely, he shook out his pelt and the warmth of the sun before making his way towards the birthing den.
When he arrived Viorel lounged in the small clearing outside of the entrance. He made no sound of greeting in case they were asleep, but watched eagerly for any sign of movement. His tail swept through the dirt behind him, impatient to see their tiny faces and his girlfriend.