Quarry's Rush ricochet, take your aim

RE: Reyes, you witness a pair of fox cubs enjoying a sunny day by playing outside their den.
Sunny, warm.  Late afternoon.  Open for one to witness sappy dad Reyes.

The water always found him...or...he found it... Reyes squinted at the air for a moment, not quite willing to get into a debate with himself about how water did (or did not move), and settled instead for being glad that it wasn’t raining. For once. The clouds weren’t far off, but at least the afternoon granted him some warmth. As much as he appreciated the shelter and privacy the dense trees offered Shallow’s Edge, he did miss the wide, open plains of the rye fields come the summer time. He was a southern boy, after all. He missed the heat. The sun.

All the same, Reyes found a large, relatively flat rock not far from the Rush’s edge, and settled down, content to sun himself with what little light he had. He’d make due. Maybe he’d take a trip out of the woods soon. The promise of adventure was a tempting one, and one that left him still and ponderous long enough for a pair of fox cubs to venture out of their own den, also not that far off. It seemed their mum had left them to their own devices, for they took no notice of him, instead wrestling and jaw sparring with one another.

Reyes smiled.

His chest hurt. He smiled wider.

“Fuck.”

He fuckin’ loved kids.

Pietro was tired, but it wasn’t a bad type of tired. Just a busy type. He was taking the day off to relax, humming slightly under his breath as he enjoyed the feeling of the sun on his pelt. Damn, it was an absolutely gorgeous day. After being holed up in the den with injured wolves for so long, he had not gotten to experience the shift from cool temperature to warm.

It seemed, however, that he was not the only one out and about that day. The little wolf smiled a bit as he watched two little fox cubs wrestle one another out in the sunshine.

The pair had more than just one witness to their mock battle, however.

A soft chuckle passed Pete’s lips as he moved over to sit beside the larger, scarred wolf. ”Don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile before,” he commented flippantly. ”The cubs are cute, aren’t they? It’s too bad we didn’t have any pups in the Edge this year.” Not that he wanted any of his own. He was just trying to strike up conversation.

“Well, guess you haven’t been looking very hard,” Reyes drawled back. He could take offense to it, he supposed, but rather doubted that Pietro had meant it as a slight on his character. If he did, well – bigger fish to fry, 99 problems, ect, ect. He drew his gaze way from the cubs – who seemed only to pause briefly, if at all, when they noticed they had an audience – and studied the Archer for a moment.

Observation? Or accusation?

Reyes settled for a lazily shrug. “Eh. Kinda,” he rumbled, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with the sentiment. Did he love puppies? Yes. But… “Already up to our eyeballs in coming yearlings. Oughta focus our attention on ‘em. Besides, not about to encourage recent adults to go and make children when they just stopped being kids themselves.”

He thought specifically of Percy, and gave a little shudder. No. Let her sort out adulthood first.

@Pietro