for @Vasco Viorel is looking for daddy advice
Dawn, hazy, 73F/23C
The Valle man had things he needed to talk about that he didn’t want anyone else in the pack to overhear. He needed the confidence of an advisor and seeing as his cousin had up and left not only the pack but also her small children he didn’t have many options. There was only one other wolf that he would trust to advise him in these times and that was his father. Once had had been reassuring him that he would be a good father and that he turned out to be untrue or else they would all still be home and alive. But, Viorel knew his father to be sneakier than he let on to be.
Viorel had considered consulting with Rochus, who he still suspected of being involved with Platon’s disappearance somehow, but had thought better of it. He was too closely involved with Vayko, and he didn’t want anyone else knowing of what he was thinking yet. Instead he had snuck out as the sun was coming up behind a smoky hazy sky, casting the world in a dangerous orange tint. Within earshot of the territory he had called to summon his father and then kept moving until he reached the marsh. Here he was confident they would not be overheard.
Pacing amongst the grey trunks and the shallow water he waited, he needed his father.