07-31-2018, 08:04 PM
Ian felt Jensen’s eyes on him even though his own green eyes where on his son who was giggling in his arms, resting against a scarred hip of Ian’s that peaked out from his pants. Ian was in very good shape even before he was turned, his muscles where toned and well maintained under his pale freckled skin. The few scars he had where form that night he was turned and the fight with the hunter he had killed….
The wolf looked over the kitchen a bit surprised, and it showed on his face, he hadn't expected the hunter to do a through job, it was impressive. Green eyes moved to the hunter and Ian flashed a smile of thanks as he let his son down onto the floor. “Wow this looks like it did afta Papa cweaned when we moved in.” The little boy smiled up at Jensen, his own so much like Ian’s but with blue sky eye’s instead of the bring spring green that belonged to the blond boy’s father.
The trio moved from the kitchen into the living room where Tristan sprinted off to play with his toys, a mix of action figures and dolls that had seen love and wear and tear, this left the men to sit on the couch, just out of hearing of little ear, Ian could still keep a ear on his son and hold a conversation with Jensen.
“So… if you don’t mind me asking...how did you get started in all this….hunting and protecting stuff?” the ginger wolf gestured with his hands, not sure what gesture to use, his green eyes held a curiosity to them… and the desire to know these things to better protect his pup.
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