I'm sooooo sorry! I didn't even realize you'd started this thread! D:
The King was brooding.
When he brooded like this, he preferred not to do it at his home, for fear that his mate or children would notice that something was off and call attention to it. The trespasser had certainly gotten to him more than he would have expected, particularly because he had a vague inkling of an idea about why the scent was so unpleasantly familiar. If he was correct as he thought he was in this case—and he was almost certain that he was—he did not know what to do except groan in disgust. Svara had been a blight upon the pack; they did not need one of her relatives hanging around.
Thankfully, the hotel was large and offered many places for the caramel-colored dog to brood in peace. At the very least, he could sit in front of the fireplace and stare at the dancing flames, warming his massive body while his thoughts moved to other things, most notably his family. These thoughts were quickly interrupted by the antics of an excited pup, and the King turned his head slowly, his somber mood making his movements languid. He studied the pup with markings familiar to him. "Hello there," he said softly, his rough tone brought down by the quiet voice he used.
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