unable to bind.mated to none.father to Eztli, Lixue, Petra, Citlalli, & Itzel.Taviora

He had quickly gone from a single wolf with no future besides the dark one he had chosen for himself to having two females he was in love with and two families to take care of. Five children! It seemed like so many, especially when they were all jumping around him like jelly beans, begging for food and someone to play with and tell them stories. He indulged them in everything he could, wanting to make the most of his time with them while they were small cause he knew as with all things, some day they wouldn't need his time anymore and he would be sad about it but that day definitely wasn't today. His spent lots of time with the girls, indulging their wild spirits and watching them pounce around the den playing and hunting. Citlalli and Petra were so lively and tough, so confident and curious of everything. He did worry about Itzel a little if only cause she seemed lost in her own thoughts most of the time. He had found out pretty soon after their eyes and ears opened that she was deaf. She didn't respond like her sisters when someone spoke and she didn't tilt her head as if to listen to the birds and other sounds of the forest as they did. Tuari and he learned to adapt though. He started dramatizing his mouth motions when he spoke to her so she could read his lips and he found he got a better response that way. He was careful when telling stories that he did this the whole time if only so she wouldn't miss out on any of the experiences her sisters did.

He didn't want any of them to miss out on anything. He smothered Tuari and Talien in love and affection every time he saw them, hunting for them and making sure they got rest while he played with the children and used up their energy. He would only leave one family for another when the children were sleeping so he didn't feel like he was missing out on as much. He didn't feel like he really slept himself anymore. There was just too much to experience and live for now. He always had new bite marks on him now from Eztli and his extreme emotions but he wouldn't trade a day of it. Lixue was full of life and healthy but he was starting to sense that Zeltzin had been right when she told him that she thought his son was mute. It was slightly ironic that he was like Tuari when he was Talien's son but he guessed that's just how nature works. He was quick to attack as he grew older but there were moments of peace when he would curl up under Dexter's head and lick his face and nuzzle into him and in those moments, all was right with the world. Dexter was having the time of his life being a father to all his children, even though he wished sometimes that the two females would live together or something to make this slightly easier.

Of course he had no clue how much they knew about each other. Sometimes he swore Tuari knew where he was going when he left. It wasn't like he had the time to wash scents off of him when he came back. She knew about Talien before winter came so it only made sense that she might have put the peices together. He had no clue if they had run across one another in Taviora before the pups were born. Was there a special meeting for mother's to be or something that he didn't know about? That would be his luck. But so far everything was pretty peaceful and both females seemed happy enough with him. He made sure they were both well fed and rested and that the pups got plenty of time with their father. He shared stories with them and took them on exciting tours of the den. He knew in time he woudl have to take them further than the den but at least for now, the walks were shorter. He just had to find things like "buried treasure" and mysteries with them in the walls in the den for now. When he caught a whiff of Coza's scent on day on one of his treks from one den to another, he paused. It had been some time since he'd seen his father and he had so much to tell him. Somehow he knew that his father wouldn't judge him too harshly with the whole situation. Sure he may be disappointed but Coza was a forgiving soul.

And he needed his advice now more than ever. When he saw his father's familiar silhouette, he took a moment to admire the large towering form. His father was a power and he didn't even know it but he knew he was getting toward the later years of his life. His father was a beast when he was in challenges and Dexter always admired his force and strength. Now he could admire his intelligence and wisdom and the experience he had to offer.

"Hey, dad."

He called out as he loped up to him. He fell into step with Coza, lightly bumping his shoulder in greeting as he put his nose to his neck. He wondered if Coza would see the scar on his hip from the bear attack or the smaller punctures on his lips and muzzle from Eztli. He offered his dad a smirk, his eyes lighting up.

"How ya been? Haven't seen you in a while. How's Asriel?"