---

They are entirely lucky I cannot read their thoughts, the feathers in the den were a good idea where they? Of course they were, it was MY idea! Like Father like son as they say. The sound of Zaphkiel’s call saw my paws shift the direction in which they were moving, my border patrol coming to an end as my large red and white form adjusted to head towards the call of the prodigal son returned. Alright maybe that was a little harsh, I knew where he was after all and he’d hardly disappeared like Mithos into the abyss of the wilds outside Moladion- even so, he didn’t visit nearly enough and that alone was enough to result in the displeased flick of my tail. Long limbs carried me easily past my own den, pausing to issue another call for Andromeda lest she still be sleeping within before moving to make my way towards my dark coated son and….what I am only going to assume is a girl beside him. The opalescent blue and violet of my gaze rested briefly upon Zaphkiel before moving to focus upon the white and black girl as I approached. Hmm, she wasn’t pretty, or would be if she didn’t have a giant stain on one side of her face- honestly did no one ever wash these days? Had hair care become completely irrelevant? Was a perfect pelt such as my own, not a hair out of place, no longer a thing of value? I…oh, I think it might just be her face. Well isn’t that unfortunate.

I allowed my graceful lope to slow to a walk, head and tail lifted as I moved to approach my boy and his….lets go with friend for now I think, his slightly rotund friend. I suppose I should have realised she was pregnant, after all, Andro and I had had our fair share of children in the past, pregnancy a matter of life I was well and truly versed in. It took a few moments of my unapologetic staring at her however until I noticed the near perfect roundness of her sides. Hmm, a large litter perhaps, at that size. Although…if she was pregnant that surely meant she was engaged in some sort of winter activity, violet blue eyes cutting back towards Zaphkiel once more as I regarded him. I suppose a greeting should come first. I moved to step forward at last, towering frame moving to reach for my son, pulling him briefly against myself in an embrace of sorts, a smile finding its way upon my lips as my muzzle moved to brush his own in the traditional greeting of Angels before is stepped back.

”Nice to see you have come to visit your family, son. Better late then never I suppose.”

I allowed a smirk of sorts to trace my lips all the same to at least betray the good nature of the tease. He was busy, active, held another life and I do not begrudge him that, if anything it only proves the success of my own personal bloodline and in that I am exceptionally pleased. After all, look at the boy himself, his is an exceptional form of wolf creation, although aren’t we all? I let my gaze drift to the female beside him once more, the look offered one slightly more pointed this time as I waited for an explanation. He had spoken to me once, bout the matter of females, of mate and imprint and indeed I was more than mildly suspicious that this girl might have something to do with it.

”Well go on then, introduce me, for heavens sake I don’t have all day to stare at the girl Zaphkiel- although those better be your puppies she is pregnant with, if they belong to someone else I am going to be rather displeased with the both of you.”

Maybe I had just met her but if she was going to be my daughter-in-law then I was entirely assured I was allowed to be displeased with her too now wasn’t I? Besides, if they were someone else’s puppies then I had no idea why my son was still with her. I paused briefly, searching for any sign of Andromeda, assured she would arrive at any moment, attention returned to the black faced girl now with a sudden scowl. Really, I know she was pregnant and some things are a little harder, but her hair is…questionable.

”Did you do your hair today, Astrid, was it? Or did you just get up and think ‘I’ll just throw something on’ because if you’re going to have my grandchildren then we are going to have to have a discussion about grooming, no grandchild of mine is walking around with dirt in his hair. Zaphkiel- you know better.”

What? I never said I was that friendly. Maybe this is why he doesn’t visit. Don’t get me wrong, I love my son- I also love good hair.




AZRAEL

---

"14 years ~ Andromeda ~ Sire of Meryl/Starfall/Guardian/Celeste/Iophiel/Mithos/Ambrosia/Elara/Zaphkiel ~ Diveen "