yaaaay!! 300 +
Kansas was trying to gather his children because he wanted to talk to them about possibly going on a walk to McNamara's landing. It was a place he'd wished had been available for him to explore as a youngster. But, of course, he needed to ask them if they even wanted to go. For all he knew, they'd been there on their own a thousand times before. But son and daughters we not in the room, and he had no idea where they'd gone because he'd made the intelligent decision to lazily sleep in. The house was quiet, so sense told him they were not in it. But he decided to check the playroom nevertheless, as a last resort before he gave up and went to read by himself.
The door was partly ajar, and the Sadira heard a voice from within. He pushed it the rest of the way open with his nose, easing his front half quietly inside. Once again, Jazper's presence took him by surprise. And he froze up, made nervous by the sight of the hulking man. But as the pale boy took in the scene, his stance relaxed a degree or so. Unlike Kansas, the coal-furred wolf was in his Optime form, one small child in his hands and one on the floor. Kansas registered that these were his two puppies, and that they were his niece and nephew. He remembered Savina's reaction to their occurrence and almost laughed, knowing that when she saw them (if she hadn't already) she'd melt as he was right now. "Jazper, hey," Kansas offered, slipping the rest of the way into the little sunlit room. Honestly, the Knight looked a bit out-of-sorts, and tired. Kansas remembered that feeling after the birth of his own puppies. "They're disgustingly cute. Ghita sleeping?"