LOL OLD PEOPLE
The commotion caused by his children and nephew had not gone unnoticed by Gabriel. He had moved most of his possessions to the Guest House, and now considered it his new living quarters. At least for the summer; he doubted this place would be warm during Nova Scotia’s harsh winter. Still, the open windows and sunshine made for long days of napping and general relaxation. If a certain collie, of whom he thought of often, could be present he would certain had a perfect lazy life. Of course, laws and duties to others prevented such things.
Gabriel left the Guest House not long after his son’s call sounded, moving at an easy pace. He had come down the steps when Valkyrie’s high voice drew his attention. With the new hole in the fence, even the broad forest behind the area was no longer safe from prying eyes. The graying male snorted at her display, and called out to the Hydra. “If you don’t she won’t be quiet,” he warned, used to such behavior from young girls. Shaking his head, the hybrid added: “Besides, the kids brought us food. Might as well let them do the work for once.” He had begun to accept his role and his age; hunting was more difficult with a wounded shoulder, after all.
Without waiting, he began heading towards the noise and the gathered coyotes.
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