The shadow remained where he was, sprawled across the cool stone, struggling to ensure a laugh did not escape him. He did his best to control his breathing and give off the appearance of being defeated, even though he knew his children would fall for it no matter how poor of an actor he was. Their firstborn son prodded at the shadow first, his small voice demanding as he tried to get a response out of the fallen king. Their russet boy’s voice came next, ushering a hasty apology to Kyna, before Capra’s shrill voice entered the mix. The latter pushed his forehead against the ebony Archer in attempt to get him to his feet, but Greer wasn’t ready to give up that easily. He waited for a few moments longer, allowing a veil of silence to follow over them before he leapt to his paws, a wide grin tugging at his lips as his paws reached for the closest pup—Vindlys—in an attempt to scoop him closer to his chest. 

At first he remained with his paws wrapped around his ebony son, his chin tucked over the small boy’s body in an attempt to stifle his frantic attempt at escaping. But Lance was quick to jump into action, his forepaws pouncing at Greer’s in a desperate attempt to have his brother released. For a moment the Archer restrained himself from releasing little Vinny from his clutches, but eventually he obliged to his tawny son’s requests. A wicked, lopsided grin was perched neatly across his dark features as he gave the agouti boy a soft nudge. Come, he instructed his family with a flick of his nose, snack time. Without another word his three sons sprinted in the direction of the closest cache, their little paws pedaling over the rocky terrain. He chuckled to himself as he gave his mate a soft kiss to the check before they trotted after the Borealis Boys…