Ten - Mistletoe's Beloved - Glorall
Father of Levi, Enya, and Ravenna
Much time had been spent apart from his children. Over time he and Mistletoe had learned how to survive without being completely in the company of the other. It was like learning to breath once more, one gentle step at a time. Yet even now when they were gone too long from each other - by hunting or scouting - he would grow restless and grumpy and glower at everything. His ears would pin and rise and twist and cock while he growled, paced, snarled. There has always been a caged wildness to Warlow. Mistletoe's presence calmed it. She was joy and light. The sun to his darkness; he was a galaxy vast and meaningless without the light she shed upon him.
Sometimes he did feel guilty. Guilty because he knew that his utter and complete love with Mistletoe often left out their progeny. It was not intentional but it was hard on him to show so much love to them when he was not a being made of such things. His was a life of solitary obsession before she came along. She had softened him by the hands of fate but she could never fully change him. He sought out Ravenna the day before as a way to mend the disparity in his soul, finding himself unable to hide the smile within him when she talked. She was brawny and saucy with a dry mean sort of wit that resonated within him. She told him of her charge, a boy named Grayson, and he could tell that there was something about this boy that struck her. He would seek him out soon, he decided.
Levi was off traveling and Enya too. He worried for them. His daughter had been set upon once before and the idea that another would taste her flesh - his blood and child - made his teeth ache with the need to rip into something. Yet she was growing, they all were, and he could not protect them forever. For now he aches for his love. At the edge of Glorall he stands with his tail held high and his yellow eyes searching the woods. He lifts his maw and lets out a call that demands she return to him, a call she has heard many times.