[center]Location: Shadow Ridge Den
Interacting with: [@The Elvenqueen][/center]
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[color=0072bc]Trevor opened his eyes slowly as the morning light crept into the den. Hm... another day and he was still alive. That's good. It is not like he's too eager to die of old age, it's just that it's becoming more and more surprising. He shook his head lightly so that he can put his mind out of the depressing topic. Should it come, it will come and he shall accept it. He rose from his position and then stretched. Quickly noticing that his adopted daughter was already up and going, he wasted no time in heading for the clearing, avoiding the slumbering wolves who were going to wake up sooner or later.

His eyes landed on the Omega-turned-Alpha female who was resting in the den. He sniffed the air to smell Robyn and Denali's approaching. But he paid no mind. They were probably on patrol. Robyn must've tagged along because she woke up unusually early again. He padded towards Chinua. [b]"Good morning Chinua."[/b] His eyes turned to her swollen belly. [b]"How are you doing?"[/b] It was elderly concern. He had known Chinua's parents, her father more than her mother. Since their passing, Trevor has been constantly looking after Chinua, without her knowing, he guessed.[/color]