where you invest your love, you invest your life

[Haven Aatte]

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The man felt like he had never truly understood love until these three little bundles of fur had come into the world. Whatever fears he had had about being a father had melted away the moment he had set eyes upon his children. Surely it would be impossible for him to do any sort of harm to them, unintentional or not. Haven's whole being was set on loving them and doing everything he could to give them a good life. Linden, Robin, and Felicity had only been here a few short days and already he knew he would gladly give his life for any one of them. They had become the most important beings in the world to him, the most precious. It was hard to imagine a title that would mean more to Haven than that of his Knighthood, but the one of Father had easily surpassed it.

A fire crackled merrily in the hearth as Haven sat on the couch with his pups. They were wrapped protectively in a soft blanket, the better to shield them from the cold that seeped into the walls of the cozy home. Princess was taking a nap in their room and he wasn't entirely sure where his brother Alder was. Honestly right now though, the Aatte couldn't care, too wrapped up in watching the three squirming bodies and listening to their soft mewling noises. The Cours Knight couldn't wait for them to open their eyes, for them to start showing their separate personalities. He wondered what each of them would be like. If they would take after him or Princess or be altogether different from their two parents. There were so many unknowns, but they weren't frightening anymore, they were the most exciting things he thought he had ever wanted to find out.

[Kambujiya]

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The days started to blur together, mornings and evenings unable to be determined as they passed, colors indistinguishable from one another. A sigh passed through him as he made his way from the small room he had lived in since his youth, trying to avoid the rest of the family he had adopted as his own. The birth of the new pups left him morose, jealous even, at the thought that he might be forgotten. The fear caused him to branch out to other places, searching for people to keep him busy. Friends. Niro couldn't be his only friend forever.

He found that the snow was much more easy to move through while standing on two legs; in a quadruped form, his stomach dragged through it and he chilled faster. Now, it was just his toes. He could travel longer distances with just his toes chilled to the bone. Deep down, he welcomed the cold. It helped him elide the unpleasant emotions that came from the situation at his home. He knew it was silly to feel the way he did, but it came forth regardless. He knew, though he didn't want to, that he had no family; Vigilante proved a father, and Ayita had begun the role of mother, but he was unsure of how to react to the new pups who seemed to always be there.

So the only thing he was able to do was leave. Many days, he wandered to the coastline, staying for hours in the sea-spray of the ocean before returning to his bedroom to sleep. Interaction was few and far between, rarely with the non-family that he felt strongly for, and still rare with the older Huntsman he considered his friend. Unlike most days, he had decided to find someone worth talking to, and ventured toward the Chien Hotel, rather than the Shattered Coast.

Smoke came from a brick chimney, stemming from a house he hadn't ever really looked at in the past. During his puppyhood, he had been more concerned with birds and fairy tales, listening to Niro talk about the different feathered creatures. Houses hadn't been as interesting, except the cabin that Arnette had lived in. But this one clearly had someone living inside of it and, curiosity prevailing, he changed his path to make a beeline for it.

He was quiet as he peeked in through a window, brown eyes searching for someone within. When he finally settled them on the ginger and cream body of an older man, he ducked down, nose pressing against the frame and leaving soft puffs of white breath against the cold glass. He didn't notice the pups in the blanket, more curious about who the man was and why he hadn't noticed him before. The scents were unfamiliar, but he knew that this was a pack member. And a weird looking one.

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