Golde sighed softly at her sons' antics, with an apologetic glance towards Sólúlfur. She kept her paw strongly curled around the young boy, biting back the urge to bark at him angrily; for Raizel didn't know not to growl. He didn't know how to behave around a stranger—that wasn't his fault. Golde let out a soft sigh and turned her head to look at the dark-furred pup. Raizel, behave yourself. Do you want to go back to the den? Do you want me to call Papa? Her eyes narrowed, just slightly. She could always trust Hexx to be stern if she needed it.

Her head raised with a quiet huff. I'm sorry, Sólúlfur. I think he got something from my brother. She grumbled softly. The young mother glanced at Monty, who seemed much more lax about the concept of a stranger by their home. That was a relief, at least—the firstborn always seemed the most temperamental, yet she saw now that the trophy truly went to Raizel.

'Monty here had left the den, and I didn't know if you had realized. I wasn't doing anything else, so I thought we could go on a walk together. I can keep an eye on them, if you would like a break.' Golde nodded in response to her packmate's proposal. That's quite kind of you. Thank you. The she-wolf lowered her regard towards the black-furred pup once again. Do you want to go on a walk with Sól, Monty? As much as she would also offer Raizel the same, she didn't exactly trust him to behave.