Before arriving in Preya, long before meeting McCall and his pack, the Alpha had a pack of his own. A pack to care for, to provide for, to protect...now though Deucalion was alone. All that wealth he would have traded away if it meant having a second chance with those who were dead, yet since that wasn't possible the best he could do was have a comfortable place here. This cabin would and could serve as a respite of sorts; a place for the were to come when the moon was full. A place where he could train Malia, work on his brewing skills, and raise a bee hive in peace and quiet.
Without hesitation the Alpha moved inside and headed straight to the tray holding the bottle of wine and glasses. After pouring two wine flutes full the old wolf set them down as his nose alerted him to the fact that the main course was ready to come out of the oven. "Do let me know if you'd prefer a different vintage, my dear. I've got a few other bottles in store. Now if you'd excuse me I need to get the brisket out before it burns." He shot her a bright smile for a second before turning to head into the kitchen...fully expecting her to help herself to the wine, and to the plate of fresh fruit, cheese, and crackers.