WC: 516 OOC: It's near noon, Niro is optime 
Also set June 13, if there's no problems with that
The days were getting longer and nights shorter; life was beginning new and Niro knew this would possibly be a very good year, at least for him. His mate was still ever loving and he had two beautiful children added to the nest. He was a proud father as both of them were showing their skills now, though they were still so veyr young, but as a law made by Orin, any Takekuro had to learn to read. Heiro seemed keen on hunting, though Niro didn’t see the look in his eyes he got sometimes and Tasha, well she was just too sweet to just pick one thing out for the little girl. All in all his family was growing his sister even had a child, though he was not happy at first, no brother wold be when he had to protect his sister from the cruel world most her life, but he grew to accept it and with the new addition it was all better.
Today Niro was not leading, no Marahute was. She was at a casual flight pace and Niro was following behind. She didn’t lead him out of the packlands, but rather closer to the town or city or whatever it is they called it. She had been attracted to tall things and many of the buildings were pretty tall in the town. Niro walked casually through, knowing that she would probably want to perch on every building. She had done this before and he wasn’t going to stop her nor could he. Instead he moved around the quieted old city wondering if everything had already been looted from the old human habitats. He didn’t need anything, though a new carving knife would help. His was starting to dull and chafe most of his work. Patting his belt at the thought of his knife, he made sure that it was still there. The belt was the only thing the man wore, though hooked in them were his gloves he first made when Anann taught him leatherworking. THey had certainly seen better days. Marahute’s claws were that sharp and Niro knew he would have to make new ones eventually, but these ones had so much sentiment. They were the first thing he ever made from leather.
With a sigh, he found he had enough of just walking he sat taking his knife and finding a piece of wood, too small to make into anything, and just started shaving it. It was nice to be out and about. To not have to worry about his children and his life for only a few moments, but looking back he missed his children, not the younger ones, but the older ones. Foxglove, Maggie, Jiva. They all had their own lives now and he had not been in their lives for a while. He found out Foxglove left AniWaya but where she went he had no Idea. That was when he decided a small trip would be needed, but he didn’t move. He wasn’t ready to and Marahute was having far too much fun.
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