The air was beginning to change – soon, spring would melt the snows away.. and once it began, the she-wolves of the pack would begin to hit their heat – or, Aesire would. He knew very little of the silver she-wolf, and it seemed as if she avoided him more often than not – and yet he wondered briefly if she would be keeping the other subordinates of the pack in line and keep them from theirs. Borlla would become aggressive in the past at times – often enough, it prevented the other females from even having their heat..
.. But more importantly, given he had founded this pack, and given he had given her the opportunity to her throne – Aesire seemed to have no intention to seek him out and ask him of his plans for this breeding season, or if he held any intention to procreate or take a mate -- let alone share what hers might be. Instead, she seemed content to simply do as she pleased.
With this alone, it became very obvious as each day passed that the two regal’s might indeed clash – and during his initial heartache of having lost Borlla, he had come to the conclusion that the trio of pups were his last. Now, with the vigorating winter winds slowly desisting.. and his previous intrigue with Seraphina, who had awakened him at least to the idea that perhaps he was not as settled in life as he had thought, he was uncertain now how he wanted to proceed.
Somehow, he felt though, that the leaders were about to clash in this aspect. Tilting his muzzle back, Phineas howled for @Aesire – wondering if she would even answer his call. The grey clouds rolled above, signifying that flurries might come upon them.. but the ivory leader was far more concerned about the potential brewing storm within his own ranks.