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Teme Lupus is by Alaine!

The concern for his siblings was suppressed- he knew worrying about them wouldn't actually make them better despite what a lot of people thought. Hunting, on the other hand, was a practical solution to the problem. Both Lilin and Colibri were still recovering from their birthing and keeping their strengths up would only serve to help his siblings and cousins. Colibri may not be actually blood related to him, but he'd long since given up explaining to others that she wasn't actually his aunt. This made her daughters his cousins by bond and Temeraire fully intended to provide for them. He knew Colibri wasn't a confident hunter and it would certainly help her- he'd noticed how weak she was after the birth of her daughters.


Eclipse's concerns and experiences were taken with a soft nod of his head. They would all be praying in some way or another for them to make a full recovery, though his father had mentioned that he thought it was a relatively simple cold from the chill of the hurricane. Temeraire remembered all to well what it was like to be out in the brunt of the storm, the wind lashing in his eyes and the rain chilling him to the core. It wasn't any kind of environment for the pups to grow up in, that he knew. As Eclipse agreed with his suggestion, Temeraire allowed the grin to wash over his lips before she moved to retrieve her bow. His fathers bow had always intrigued him and he was interested in the process.


I want to learn the art of the bow some day. He said softly as she emerged, quiver full with the arrows and bow that she'd gone to retrieve. Making sure she was ready, he inclined his head towards the door once before moving to open it for his cousin. He knew where they were heading- north-west, into the forests on the other side of the Lake. Flashing his cousin a cheeky smile, he took off at a brisk run, his arms itching to rise up and catch the branches over head and swing. It would have been rude to leave Eclipse on the ground however, so he remained, slowing his steps to allow her to keep up.

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