Nine - Mistletoe's Beloved - Glorall
Father of Levi, Enya, and Ravenna

There has always been a keen edge around Levi. He seemed to know far better than Warlow had ever known about his own future. It was almost as if Levi had things mapped out in his young head, a future so bright and determined that none would stop him. True, he had started out as a runt in the litter, but such a status had led him to be the boy he was. It was unfortunate that his two sisters were not as accommodating to him as other families and yet - he had been rude and sometimes violent with his own sister. In fact she carried a scar on one lip from where she had tried to charm him with her words and he had been so annoyed that he had snapped at her face. He had never felt any guilt for it happening; she had pulled away from him and left him be, and yet since meeting Mistletoe he had learned regret. Natu had lived a hard life. Standing here, looking up at his braw son, he could not imagine what losing his own children would have done to him.

As his yellow gaze encompasses the forest in which he had met his beloved, one ear lingers back towards his son. Warlow would never tell Levi that he could not travel if that was his wish. Even if Mistletoe cried and wailed, he would allowed his son to find his own path for it was every mans right to choose. Every mans destiny. His had not been a great one and probably never would be; Warlow was not an ambitious creature. He was passionate and sometimes savage, but never ambitious. He had found a home and hearth with Mistletoe and found that he had a purpose in life.

"So you are then," Warlow rumbles in agreement. He would never stop Levi, but inside he was relieved. Levi might not know what it is to create a child and to raise it, good or bad, and so he could not know the deep depths of love he felt for the moody boy. He could not know that Warlow did not WANT him to leave even if he would let him.

A great raucous began overhead, the squalling of birds making his eyes pierce upward as they circled above the two wolves and swooped down to investigate them. Warlow cocked his head slightly, shifting his eye to Levi. "Did you know that I found your mother by following the squalling of birds such as these? They are a good omen." Well, to Warlow they were. It felt almost peaceful to see them as their beady eyes surveyed Levi. Mayhap his future would be a long, strong one. "What should you like to be when you are older, Levi?"