A smile spread across his lips. King of Hawthorne now. Father of six beautiful little warriors. They would grow up strong, exciting like himself and his mate. They would grow up to protect these packlands just as he did. Sitting inside the den he shared with Lucaya and their children, he felt a small shiver run down his spine. Was he nervous? No, that couldn't be. But the new father had this strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. A feeling of worry, for his mate, for his children, for their family as a whole. Was this was protectivness felt like, or fatherhood in general? He just wanted the best for his family. Yet, he was scared he couldn't provide that for them. What if he couldn't? The brute shook his head quickly, trying to get out of his own head. He had to believe he could provide for everyone the way Lucaya had done by herself all this time. The King stood, taking a deep breath. He then exited the den, his darkened coat slightly shining in the moonlight that was cascading over their home. This would be the perfect time for a meeting. He hoped Lucaya would be okay with it- they had discussed it beforehand but he hadn't told her he would be doing it now. He hopped up on the rock formation they had used for previous pack meetings and allowed his head to lean back, letting out a howl to let all of the pack know it was time for a meeting. Once his skull moved to its original position, he sat back on his haunches, gazing over the open area.
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