It was the drak of the night; not even the moons were awake, yet in Jorrvaskr two souls did not sleep. Farkas paced around the living quarters, pausing infrequently to look with longing in the direction of the Harbinger's quarters where his Nord Lady slept peacefully, while their son cooed and burbled, wide awake as if it was midday.
"You know she's in there, sleeping, don't you, little rapscallion?" Farkas grumbled quietly, still half-smiling. "You know the bed in there is warm and welcoming. What you seem to forget is that I am Pack just as much as she is."
Baby made a happy noise at that; Hildreth said that Farkas knew his son's moods better than anyone - even the one who had borne the pup. She always smiled and kissed him when she said it, too. Farkas smiled and warmed at the memory.
"I am Pack Leader, she is Den Mother, and you, my boy, are the first of our Whelps. And you will always be the first - even if *he* insists on needing more attention in the daytime, he is not our first born. He is your twin, though, so you have to look out for him. He'll look out for you, too. That's what Pack is. I'll tell you this again, and again, when you're old enough to understand it, but I think you'll understand Pack without having it explained to you. That's what life in Jorrvaskr will do for you. Your Shield-Brothers-and-Sisters will be Pack, too, but not quite the same as me, your mother and your twin. And uncle Vilkas. He's Pack, too, even if he is a nosy wolf," Farkas spoke more loudly as he sensed his own twin awake nearby.
"Go to bed, brother," Farkas' elder brother said, with a fond half-smile. "You've bored him to sleep."
What kind of cheese? F!DB/Farkas
"You know she's in there, sleeping, don't you, little rapscallion?" Farkas grumbled quietly, still half-smiling. "You know the bed in there is warm and welcoming. What you seem to forget is that I am Pack just as much as she is."
Baby made a happy noise at that; Hildreth said that Farkas knew his son's moods better than anyone - even the one who had borne the pup. She always smiled and kissed him when she said it, too. Farkas smiled and warmed at the memory.
"I am Pack Leader, she is Den Mother, and you, my boy, are the first of our Whelps. And you will always be the first - even if *he* insists on needing more attention in the daytime, he is not our first born. He is your twin, though, so you have to look out for him. He'll look out for you, too. That's what Pack is. I'll tell you this again, and again, when you're old enough to understand it, but I think you'll understand Pack without having it explained to you. That's what life in Jorrvaskr will do for you. Your Shield-Brothers-and-Sisters will be Pack, too, but not quite the same as me, your mother and your twin. And uncle Vilkas. He's Pack, too, even if he is a nosy wolf," Farkas spoke more loudly as he sensed his own twin awake nearby.
"Go to bed, brother," Farkas' elder brother said, with a fond half-smile. "You've bored him to sleep."
"'Night Vilkas."
"'Night lads."