Wilder Bell
Wilder watched Ash go. He considered following her, helping her stitch herself up, but ultimately turned around and returned to the kitchen. He was still hungry after all. Unlike in wolf form, when his pack sat around the table, there was no hierarchy on who got food first. They didn’t need to wait for him to take the first bite, though some still did. He didn’t mind either way. Humming, he reached over to snatch a piece of bacon off of someone’s plate. They swatted at his hand and he gave them a grin, stuffing it into his mouth.
When he felt something press against his leg look looked down to find a head full of dirty blond curls and bright blue eyes looking up at him. Wilder bent down, picking the two year old up and settling him in his arms. “Hello Pierce. Did you sleep well?”
The child nodded, still sleepy, and wrapped his hands around Wilder’s neck, snuffling against the skin.
“Do you want me to take him, Wilder?” Anna had put her own plate down, approaching with open arms. Wilder shook his head, readjusting the child.
“I’m fine Anna. You go ahead and eat.” It had been a long time since he had spent time with his child, maybe over a week. Anna gave him a smile and picked her plate up again. Pierce was rubbing his nose and chin over Wilder’s neck and shoulder, scent marking. Wilder returned the favor and felt Pierce relax again, settling into sleepily staring about the room.