Liam had to admit, he was very proud of the work he'd done with his Uncle for the renovations of the new Victorian house that would now be called home. Currently he was about a mile away from the place however, spending some time by himself before the birth of his little siblings. He wasn't sure what it would be like to be an older brother – how his mother would feel having him around – but he decided he'd be 'the best big brother in the world' no matter what happened.
Yawning, Liam glanced around him quickly, noting for the first time that his stomach was growling furiously, nagging at him for some food. He hadn't realized up until now that he was starving. Maybe he should have eaten earlier that morning... He hadn't eaten since last night and the consequences were painful. Closing his book, Liam slipped it into his rucksack before getting to his feet. He had been sitting under a tree for the last two hours. His one green eye and one blue eyes glancing around him again, unsure as to what he wanted to find, the young wolf began walking towards his house. He had only taken a few steps when he heard the piercing howl that could only belong to his mother. As if she had read his mind. Liam chuckled lightly to himself.
He walked for a while, the silence around him deafening. He was looking forward to talking to somebody – his Uncle, his mom... anybody. Spending most of the day by himself wasn't something Liam was used to and it wasn't something he enjoyed.
Before he could even see the Victorian home that belonged to the family, his nose caught the scent of other wolves. His uncle was one of them of course, as was his mother, but there was someone – a stranger to the house. Liam did recognize the smell, it belonged to a female pack-mate roughly his age, but it wasn't one he was very familiar with. Moments later his mind was concentrating on yet another new scent: food. His tongue brushed his lips excitedly as his two back paws – he was in his Optime form – scurried faster, trotting towards the front door of the house. Hey, ma! Liam said carefully, suddenly wondering if he was welcomed. He eyed the sandy-colored female that had joined Liam's mom and Uncle. His black lips twitched into a wolfish smile towards the newcomer.
Hello. he said politely. After all, he was some kind of Prince, his father being the King and all.
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