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The genuine contentment remained on his young, cream hued face. She seemed to understand better than most, but that was how it was to have a mother in the leadership. He admired his pitch black aunt for managing the neighbour pack so well, especially because she had a large family as well. Somehow she seemed to juggle all these responsibilities at once. He wondered if he would ever be able to do that. There were few plans about eventually establishing a family. He was too young—far from ready to take on such responsibility. Leadership he knew he could handle, but it was different with a mate and whelps of your own, he knew. He feared that blood that ran through his veins, and did not plan on infecting another generation with Haku Soul’s sinful essence.
Cambria spoke of the tombstones, and the young alpha shrugged his shoulders in quiet response. There were traditions in the deceased human society that were difficult to understand, but on the other hand it was very interesting. He understood why they did it. It allowed the remaining humans to gather in memory of a lost friend or family member. They had somewhere to go. Wolves often did this too, he knew. There were no magnificent tomb stones with engraved names and flowers, but they were there. It was important to be able to visit the dead, for various reasons. It was amazing how a simple monologue above a comrade’s grave could ease a weary soul.
More words found his cinnamon and cream coloured ears, and his role as guide was now completely forgotten. ”Oh, yeah!” the male almost barked, a jolt in his memory recalling uncle Kansas as he spoke the words that Savina was pregnant once again. How could he have forgotten about something this big? ”I spoke with your father not long ago and he said that your mother was pregnant again!” Excited warmth was pouring into his voice as he relived the pleasant surprise. ”Tell me all about them,” he almost pleaded, genuinely interested in his newest cousins that he knew absolutely nothing about.
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