Somehow, almost a week had already passed since the birth of he and Saga’s brood. They were developing in leaps and bounds, already showing what their personalities would one day morph into under he and his partner’s watchful eyes. It was a miraculous thing, really. Never in his life did he ever think he’d want to be a parent and, honestly, he’d still been a bit on the fence before they’d arrived in the world. Now? Now he knew he’d do anything for them. Marrah, Aweho and Caelyn would want for nothing, of this he was sure.

But, as much as he wanted to do nothing but lay next to Saga and watch the little ones play, he still had duties to perform. He needed to keep up the borders, do some hunting, check-in with everyone (especially their other resident mother, Rhaegara). His job seemed like it was never done, but it kept him busy and out of trouble so he couldn’t really complain. Well, except when trouble came to them.

The man froze when an all too familiar voice rose into the sky, the tone a scream of annoyance and confusion. He’d know the voice anywhere, it was the voice he’d come into the world knowing. It was the voice of his best friend, his partner-in-crime, his sister. And she was here. In a flash his body loosened and he was off like a rocket, charging through the ferns like a bat out of hell. How had she gotten there? Was everyone okay? Was she okay? He had so many questions, but when his sights locked on her small form they were all tossed to the side. The dark man collided with her, knocking her to the ground and for the first time in a long time, a whine escaped him. Not from pain, but from happiness. Finally, they were together again.

Woya had never been very physically affectionate, something else the two shared, but they had never had problems being close to each other. Yet, suddenly, she was growling at him and trying to fling him off, anger clinging to her words as she called him an asshole. A frown dipped onto the corners of his dark lips, a stark contrast to the joyful grin that had preceded it seconds before. He backed off, brows twisting in confusion and it was then that his ghostly gaze saw Riven. The poor boy looked terribly confused, and rightfully so. Honestly, he was just as confused. “Riv, this is m’ sister, Woya. I haven’t seen her in a while, can ya give us some time alone?” he said, though his voice wasn’t much of a question but a statement. He’d thank him later for his quick response to the border, but for the time being he had more important matters to address.

His attention went back to his siblings, who was still fuming. “Care t’ tell me how I’m an asshole?” he asked, his voice clipped with displeasure.