
Instead, he found himself seeking out his children. Today, in particular, he had heard about an adoption through the grapevine. He was a grandfather of sorts. He followed the scent of his daughter through the south, finding her calling into the distance after a small being that bolted away. A small but pained smile pulled at his maw as he watched, drawing alongside the youthful girl, eyes following the child.
It's difficult to wrangle them at this age,he offered as he settled into a sit, folding his tail around the blondes of his paws. It was only then that he looked down at Bragi and quirked the corners of his lips into a slight grin.







