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The eldest of the males was just now getting 'over' the lost of his pups, if that was ever possible. Perhaps it was more the fact of coming to terms with it. He wasn't drowning himself in alcohol, hell he hadn't had any since him and Sidra talked about what had happened. Also, now he had something else to think about, her season. There was too much for him to think on, and too much that he needed and wanted to do. Aro was a busy male, but not as busy as his father, so when the call came from the warrior king, the eldest prince didn't hesitate to the call. His long stride took him to his father's source of beckoning. The Court.
His ocean stare came to his brother Tony, and then to his father. A soft grin, came to him. It wasn't as bright of a smile as usual, but it was for good reasoning. There wasn't too much good going on, and he needed to remain under his best control. Sidra's scent still stuck in his nose and it took all he had not to want to rush back and find her. He didn't want to leave her side, and but family called and the leopard woman was not yet family to the Knights and Marinos. To Aro she was quickly becoming kin in his eyes whether he wanted to admit it yet or not.