Interesting times indeed.
Eirik didn't once think that he'd be mated with anyone other than another wolf, and when that opportunity had passed by, he didn't think he would take another at all. Aaryona had proven him wrong by not only giving him a place beside her but had bared him a set of twin daughters. Though they carried her beauty, they also inherited his blood's ferocity, a trait that would reveal itself rather quickly within them. Though he loved them, they seemed virtually out of control, only giving in when their parents commanded it. And even then, they would only settle down a little. He wasn't sure what to do about it other than to lay and wait for them to mature further. But for the sake of the other children in the city, especially their uncles who were a bit younger than them right now, something had to be done. Punishment nor bribing them worked and it wasn't like he could seek out help from the clan that had exiled him. Long ago, he had sent a message back to his clan about him escorting his future lover to Kurayo, a land that his people kept from integrating with for various reasons, but not a peep had been heard back. He had figured that they hadn't received it and knew nothing more about his whereabouts, and over time he eventually forgot about them.
But one day, as he was chasing after the girls in what they perceived as playing while he was trying to get some sort of control established, he heard the knocking at the front door and a servant went to greet them. Ignoring them, he continued running after his daughters until he heard the servant say, "Lord Eirik, a visitor is here for you…"
With them far ahead of him, he shook his head and went towards the entrance. Usually, it was Aaaryona that had guests, but Eirik? He couldn't fathom who would be at the door until he saw the man. A steady face as he normally was, Eirik was in awe of seeing a ghost from his past.
"Eirik."
At first, he was speechless as he looked over the man that had once towered over him. He still did, but not as much as he once had. Both hair and bread carried a salt and pepper look but other than that and a few scars, he was like a mirror image to him.
"Father. What are you doing here?"
"I've…received your message some time ago. Despite the traditions of our clan, you are still my child, boy. At the very least, I need to make sure you are well." His voice was deep and slightly hoarse. He gave his son a look over, "Apparently you are. Is the city life more to your liking?"
"It isn't that, father. Things have changed greatly since you last heard from me."
"Really, how much have then?"
"Well…" He wasn't sure how to put that he had taken in a powerful noblewoman and had his children bared by her to his father.