11-05-2007, 04:55 PM
[html]http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j40/k ... efinal.png);background-repeat:no-repeat; padding-bottom:140px; background-position:bottom center;">
[/html]
Even though it meant little to no privacy for him and Iskata, Phoenix preferred to have his children living close at hand. He could be there for them when he was needed. Besides, Storm was a big place. He and his mate could always find someplace else if they needed some alone time—just so long as they let their children know they were heading off and not to disturb them. That was something learned from embarrassing experience. And Moon was a handy guardian for the pups when the parents were overwhelmed, as a good big brother should be. Phoenix always felt a bit nervous when he found his adult son with his nose in a book. Certainly by now Moon was more familiar with human culture than him—would he ever snub his father as unlearned? Reading had just never been a top priority for the massive male. He’d always been too busy just trying to fit in when he was younger, and looking after his children and pack when he’d grown up. At this rate Moon would definitely become more educated than his father someday, and Phoenix hoped that he learned things of value. But there were many important things to a wolf that just couldn’t be found in the humans’ literature. The patriarch didn’t bother to wait for his son’s permission before entering his den. It was merely an addition on his own home anyway. Besides, he doubted Moon could be doing anything that Phoenix couldn’t see—he was still a few months away from that period of his life. “What’s this one about?” he asked, resting his head on his son’s shoulder playfully and looking down into the paper. |