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. 

Her siblings were nothing compared to the animals that her twins could be when they so felt like it. Aaryona swore that the only time the girls even sat down was when they ran out of energy enough to crash for a nap. From the time they could shift they were all over the place. ‘Play with us!’ that was their favorite phrase. It made her feel bad that they often pushed them on her mother, who suggested it so that they could play with their uncles and aunt.

The vampire leader was working on some documents when she heard the chase going on downstairs. They had to start locking her office while the twins were at home. They thought everything was something they could play with unless they were scolded… but by the time the scolding happened, it would always be too late.

There was a shriek as the twins came tearing through the upper balcony. They climbed up on the banister and slid down the stairs. They stopped dead when they saw their father but two feet from them but what had their curiosity was who was at the door.

Each one ran around Eirik and took his hands looking up at the older man. “Daddy who is that?”

“Yeah Daddy!”

The girls came up to just barely his knees with pretty long red curls. They had his ivy colored eyes and carried the tanned skin color of both their parents.

The door upstairs unlocked and Aaryona made her way out. She looked well put together since she came home from a meeting earlier that morning. “The screaming and running stopped so I assumed you caught them…” Aaryona leaned over the railing looking down at the girls. “Are you both done for now?”

“Yeah, now,” they answered with a certain sass.

“Behave yourself in the face of company,” Aaryona stood up and made her way down the stairs. “You don’t want your grandmother being upset again do you?”

“No Mommy,” the girls shook their heads furiously.

“Good,” Aaryona gave them a smile. “Now, good girls get snacks. Go ask Rita for your snacks.” The girls took a look at the man once before they took off towards the kitchen.

“RITA, MOMMY SAYS WE CAN HAVE SNACKS!” They were yelling together.

“Silly kids…” Aaryona put her hands on her hips as she watched them. Finally, she took notice of the man at their front door. “Friend of yours Eirik?”

The girls tore back through holding trays of various snacks above their heads. “SNACKS!!!!”

“Don’t run with your food!” Aaryona snapped and they stopped to look up at her.

“Sorry, Mommy.”

“Go to the family room to eat okay?” She gave them a smile before they gave a nod. They carefully made their way into the room next door and plopped down in front of the fireplace. “I think that’s the first time they’ve stopped all day…”

His father never saw him answering so uncertainly before. Perhaps it was because of the banishment combined with him living in the city that had changed his boy so much. He kept his inner thoughts away from his face for the time being as he waited for an answer that wouldn’t in fact come from Eirik directly. In fact, all he really needed to do was look up when he heard the shouting and that made his son glance over as well. Two young girls came down from the stairs and joined him by either side.

The older man’s face nearly dropped; he hadn’t expected for him to take another, let alone sire children of his own.

“Girls, girls. Calm down and I’ll tell you”, Eirik interjected. He felt a little more relieved when Aaryona stirred from her work and distracted them for a bit. He didn’t how much time the snacks would bid them, but he was appreciative of those precious moments of peace. “Much more important than a friend…Aaryona, he is my father.” He looked to his old man, who was still trying to piece all of this together. The children smelled of wolves, but their mother did not. It wasn’t a problem for say, just something he had never pictured his son of doing. “Leader of my…former tribe, Dekota. Father, this is Aaryona.” Eirik scratched the back of his head, feeling the pressure of awkwardness building up. “The girls are Jenavieve and Rowena.”

“I see”, Dekota spoke solemnly as he stroked at his beard. “Much has changed indeed.” He glanced over to Aaryona and bowed his head out of respect. “Forgive me for speaking out of term, but I hadn’t pictured my son with a dainty little thing like you. But then again…” He looked back to the energetic girls as they feasted on snacks in the other room. “I doubt you foresaw yourself having wolven children as well.”

“Do you not approve”, Eirik said, with some sternness in his voice.

“Settle down. I meant no disrespect. I doubted that she saw herself with someone of our size. I approve of what makes you happy, boy. I came after much thought about things after receiving your message. Tracking you down was the hardest part, especially in this city.”

“So you came to check up on me?”

“Yes, you are still my son. Even with how things ended. It seems you have been very busy with those two. It’s likely that it’s just their shifter blood boiling up.”

Eirik sighed before whistled at the children to come back. There was still one thing left to do that he promised. “My daughters, this man is your other grandfather. He is my father.”

Dekota looked down at the two of them and kneeled down to their level. “They are some pretty little wild-children. They have their mother’s looks and especially their father’s energy.”