He could clearly remember his sire playing with he and his siblings and it was one of the memories that he treasured the most. No matter how busy he was with pack business he'd always made time for them and Sloane intended to be that kind of father. He would enforce the rules to be sure, but he could hardly wait for them to start crawling all over him and chewing on his ears.
As he stared into the dim hole of the birthing den, his russet plume waved a dusty arc on the parched ground behind him. It hadn't rained in a couple of weeks and the results were rather easy to notice. Prey was getting scarcer, but he wasn't worried. They had prepared for such an event and their caches of food would support them. Other things were on his mind at the moment. His children. His eyes tried to pierce the darkness and he willed Narime' to wake up and bring @Titan, @Malia, and Yukon out into the light. Perhaps if she did, they would call the other pack members to meet their children as well. He felt a curious mixture of nerves and pride at the thought and he had to smile at his conflicting emotions. What was a father to do?