Spider was antsy, if truth be told.

His paws itched to go find his nieces and nephews, Verbena had found him and told him of Pennyroyal having children, that the mother was sick, but the mother didn't want strangers around. So...his paws were tied, his anxiety through the roof.

It only stopped when the girl came back again the day before, to update him on their return to Elysium, before returning.

He was torn.

To go back to Elysium to help raise his family, or continue on as Hearthkeeper of Avon since there were two new pups in the world...and perhaps.

More on the way?

The man lay in the sunshine, perched on one of the rare hills, just...observing the lands, keeping an eye out for danger.

Sore, actually, from the training with Fiadh the day before, he couldn't quite bounce back like he used to.

It was spelled in the way he had limped from the communal densite, slower than he normally walked, in the way he had eased himself down onto the ground when he finally got where he was going.

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He'd had the early morning shift to give Fable some extra sleep. He was more on edge now with Epona still missing and the babies so little still. He had taken to the borders far too often that he was fairly sure he'd run tracks down in the grasses. Fox had never managed to find his máthair chéil and if not for the babies he might have gone further out and taken longer trips but he dared not leave them vulnerable. Fable once had implored him to stay and defend the girls while she took her own trek for the sake of the world.

But then there had been Talamh and there had been a strange peace he hadn't expected. Life was comfortable there, even if he was glad to be back in Avon. He missed the thumbs fiercely too. As he was returning from his most recent check he spotted Spider and his sister-in-law Fleta. His tail wagged a couple times in a friendly manner as he neared them. Good morning, He offered, curious himself about the wolf's response to her question.