He had been waiting for this forever.

It wasn’t like he hated his moms, hardly. They gave him everything he wanted even if he got screamed at occasionally or sat on or whatever else they did to punish him. Mother always did well to instill silence with a look now and even as his Mom led him towards the mountains her words rang in his ears. You do anything to embarrass the river pack and especially your Mom, you are mincemeat. Be on his best behavior he got it. Really though they were good parents to deal will all their antics and put up with every ounce of shit they got into and did. Perhaps that Judas kid set the bar pretty high by bringing a dangerous animal in to the pack but Los wouldn’t be all that opposed to beating it. If not just for the laughs.

Still though he had this way of being a bit protective. His mother believed that the weakest was born first and the strongest last when there were multiple pups in a litter. It was that reasoning that he felt a degree of protectiveness over his sisters (even if he did knock them into the dirt every once in a while). Seriously though, the slate colored boy couldn’t help but throw his weight around. He was giant after all, and supposedly that came from his mysterious father’s side. He had never met him before, not once in his entire life. He wondered why though? Did he not like his Mothers? Or did he just not like them? He knew his father was his mom’s imprint, knew he was from the mountain pack of Spirane but little else and he was honestly excited to have a man around for a change.

Apparently Mother had been busy with other things. Something about her brother, his uncle, the King of Iromar and blah blah blah he couldn’t remember. Just it was important and left his mother easily annoyed and left her pacing around the den’s entrance. He guessed that was another reason his mom decided it was time to go. Whatever bothered Mother generally ended in a storm of hell fire.

He followed his mother, being quiet, after all if he wasn’t he was dead right? This area was so different from home, the constant uphill was tiring and even if he wanted to get into trouble he would be too tired too. Something about this land though felt right though, like he belonged slightly. He had heard his family was ‘born of the mountain’ so maybe that was why. He had mountain blood in him and that was why it felt so right being here. Or just happy to get out of Glorall for a change.

As they paused Los looked up with his bright teal and red eyes, gazing at his mother for a moment before he was assailed by her tongue. He grunted annoyed and pulled away as she tried to lay his fur flat and was quite happy when she finally stopped. Shaking his fur so that the fur around his shoulders stood up again in a scruffy fashion. It just didn’t stay down and he wasn’t bothered by it. What? Was he supposed to look good? He was meeting his father not some king or whatever. He just honestly hoped that maybe his father would like him, it was the only male in his family after all and he wanted to fit with and be more like someone.