Water: Re: //==*wanting to join*==\\

T H A N H

...wisdom (and paradise) lost

The large masculine was easily called intimidating; stern face, no longer the carefree mask of childhood but the hardened visage of a male who'd gone through far too much. His father's death, and the birth of his babes, a forced litter. Alte seemed to be heartily caring for the three, but he still worried for her. Anouk had seemed healthy, but... And she'd been as young as...

But that pregnancy was hard. A stillborn. Thanh had produced no such thing, and thankfully Alte had not abandoned the pups. She was a faithful mother, and he a father of the same caliber. Although with the responsibilities of owning a pack, a pack that had been his family's and would remain so, Thanh was sad to admit fatherhood came second.

Now he walked the borders, patrolling. Again. It seemed that was all he did nowadays... patrol, look for food, look for Spritey and Hali and mourn Manasseh’s death. It was, therefore, of little surprise he nearly tripped over the other.

With a yelp, the usually graceful brute fell head over Shiro. He rose swiftly though, bristling and snarling, though calmed when the posture of the other was noticed.

“Wh- what is it you’d like here, pup?” Thanh managed, shifting into a somewhat-dignified position. It was clear he was under a good amount of stress.