Nine - Mistletoe's Beloved - Glorall
Father of Levi, Enya, and Ravenna
There exists a special bond a father and a son have. The father is more likely to be aware of such a bond for every male possesses the desire to sire a boy, one who might follow in their footsteps or do something fantastical, something that would drive the father to such a pride and aspiration. Levi might be smaller than his sisters, a veritable runt of the litter, but his mind was far broader than theirs. The way he thought in such a long range scope was telling and as Warlow looks upon his son he is reminded somewhat of his sister, Natu, with her ambitions and her drive to complete them. Warlow had never shared such a drive simply because he had not real aspirations. In a way his meeting with Mistletoe was both fortuitous and the best thing for him for the fates took any decision making out of his paws and took control.
With the weigh lifted from him of his son's wanderings Warlow can almost relax as he watches the birds squawk and spin. Part of him wonders what they are looking at. Is it a fresh carcass? A nice easy meal would be wonderful and yet he has not had a chance to hunt with his son. Today, though, likely was not the day for such matters. Besides, Levi should learn that it is okay to get lucky, to find scraps that were fitting enough. Nothing should ever go to waste anyways.
But his son begins to speak and his yellow eyes clash with the blue ones, the ones that remind him of his sister except there is more of a passion there than he has ever seen. Staring into those eyes and hearing such a determined declaration... his fur pricks and stands on end, and he feels a chill curl down his spine. Levi would be a leader one day. Looking at him Warlow knew this.
It is as he leaps down that Warlow is reminded again of how young Levi is for such an adult mind. How small he is in truth, looking down upon the child who will one day rule wolves, and he finds himself nodding. A solemn nod without a smile for learning to take over a pack was no easy feat. Nothing a smile and excitement could help, only training and drive. "Always." That is all he says as he reaches down suddenly to lick between Levi's eyes, a sudden toothy grin interrupting the somber air between them.
"Now son, lets go see what is dead." With that he stands and slinks in the direction of the birds, his ears pointed backwards towards his son to see if he would follow.