05-08-2012, 12:43 AM
Myrddin's mismatched eyes glittered with a laugh, even as he stood to walk over to his father. A movement caught his eyes, and he looked around until he saw what had caught his eyes. Two wolves, the ones nearly his age, stood nearly hidden. Sheba made a soft noise and vanished into the house as if the boy seeing the others had been enough for her. "Poppa, they're here." Tal felt an absurd hope it was Sky and their other two offspring, even as the bitterness of knowing she was exiled from D'Arte arose in his throat.
He turned, scanning the area the Myrddin had gestured to. His eyes, keen as the were, overlooked the two that were almost the same age of his own son. "Hello? Who's out there?" The Rhiannon adult wasn't expecting anyone to be hiding, he was used to the pack just coming straight to his door for help. He was, after all, the pack healer and Protettore. He stood then, bushing off his knees, missing the minute smear of red from the weeping cut on his thumb. As he was satisfied with the dirt being removed from his knees, he turned and faced his son, arching an eyebrow.
He turned, scanning the area the Myrddin had gestured to. His eyes, keen as the were, overlooked the two that were almost the same age of his own son. "Hello? Who's out there?" The Rhiannon adult wasn't expecting anyone to be hiding, he was used to the pack just coming straight to his door for help. He was, after all, the pack healer and Protettore. He stood then, bushing off his knees, missing the minute smear of red from the weeping cut on his thumb. As he was satisfied with the dirt being removed from his knees, he turned and faced his son, arching an eyebrow.