Tyrion

Tyrion wasn't quite sure what to expect. When he moved through the brush to see who was there, he was not quite expecting both Butterfly and Kricket. He was hopeful they would be willing to see him when he finally approached. There was a wash of relief at the greeting. He remembered Butterfly well enough for their brief time together. A smile creased his maw. "Lady Butterfly," he said, inclining his head respectfully to one of the mothers of his children.

What he did not quite expect was the excited greeting from Kricket. He had noticed from afar both the sisters were smaller, likely to be nearer to his own size than their mother. It was a curse, he thought, but the girls fared quite well. Pack life kept them safe. The golden blonde male chuckled as the little girl leaped forward to lick at his maw. He did not stop her. He could only imagine how things would be if he had lingered when they were smaller like he had with Nerys. Icarus and Myrcella were also thriving, growing more and more independent every day. It seemed Dandelion and Kricket were doing much the same.

"Hello little one," he said with his usual charm. His mis-matched eyes went to Butterfly as she inquired as to his presence here. "Trying to be a better wolf, my lady. It took a little time, but even an old wolf must learn things..." he said, trailing off briefly, "If you are willing, at least. I think I might benefit as much as the children by being more of a presence." Tyrion was hopeful. They may not be mates, but at least he and Butterfly could become better friends and he be more of a presence to Dandelion and Kricket. With all the dark colored girl's excitement, he forgot to ask when the golden pup was.

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