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 Liam was in the den sleeping. Tal had taken the time to shift to his optime form. He was setting simple snares to catch some more rabbits. He figured it was time to start getting his son used to two legged wolves around. Shawchert had told them about his pack, and Tal figured they would probably head over that way. Safety in numbers and all that. he'd thought about staying in Phoenix valley with Noah, but decided that the way Jefferson felt about their parents, it wasn't the brightest idea. In fact, Shawchert's pack seemed the best place; there were no pre-concieved notions about Tal and Liam because of his parents. He finished setting the snare, and stretched, his body creaking as he stood tall. He hadn't been on two legs since the night Azza had killed Liadain. One of these days he'd have to take Liam to the city to see if they couldn't find something to start fires. Maybe Brighid, the runt of the litter, would have lived if they'd had a fire. But really, who knew? Life was uncertain. Afterall, he never would have thought he would end up mated to Kira....nor did he think he would end up a father. He always thought about it, but he never really knew it. |