It is cold tonight, the air itself seeming to hold winter’s chill and yet the thick-pelted young Angel hardly seems to mind as he rolls once more atop the snow, decorating his black form with crystals of white as he does- groans of utter satisfaction emitted from his dark lips as he does- breath rising like smoke into the air before those glorious eyes of azure and molten gold fixate on the stars above and he allows his form to grow quiet in contentment. Diveen had been busy of late, wolves coming and going as the pack continued to flourish and grow- life returned to it once more after the Beetle had all but brought it to ruin. Not that it had been hard, the Angels and their companions had simply up and left, turned their backs upon him and walked away, leaving Covet with nothing until the male had been forced to realise his mistake and attempt to return it to Angel paws once more. It was all very odd and yet such is the nature of the boy he has very near forgotten it, allowed it to pass from his mind and focus instead upon the future itself. He is simply content, his home secured once more and his position in life assured. Perhaps there would be those whom believed he should seek to raise himself higher, that he was surely deserving of more and yet the role and rank he holds now is simply the very position he had desired for himself since the beginning. He does not seek to be advisor or even Alpha himself- perhaps it is so he possesses the blood for such a thing, the boy is Diveen royalty after all- just like his Father before him and yet, like his Father he had forever been assured of his position. He will protect them. Angels. All of them, guarding what is their own as Azrael before him had done, defending all things Angelic and indeed one day perhaps- Guardian will seek to pass on such a position to his own son. After all, Azrael was the Queens Guard of Isola, he himself is now the guard of Achilles, perhaps, one day, his own son will guard Achilles heir as so many of the family have done.

For now at least, the boy is content in his thoughts, sighing softly in the dark. There was much to be done still on the manner of Zeus and his attack upon Aviias, a burning of sorts given to exist within his chest at this mere thought, the harm brought to a creature so lovely as she so undeserving and indeed, now that she resided in Diveen she was, by extension- Angel and thus his business to protect and defend and he sought to do just that. He is unaware perhaps, of just how defensive of the girl he had become. He is kind to all, his good nature assuring an easy grin and drawling words for any whom care to hear them and yet he is a determined creature at his core, a powerful one at that, his sense of justice one highly attuned and indeed a part of him is content to take the blame for Aviias injuries. Covet had come against him for daring to offer him assistance and now another, it would seem, sought to come against him for who he was- punishing those whom existed beside him because of this and indeed, despite his good nature, despite his calm demeanour and easy grin there is an anger in the boy over that- a deep-seated dislike that sees heckles lift slightly even now. If Zeus wished to threaten the Angel family- then so be it. Guardian would eliminate him. It is his job, his task, his purpose in life and he will do just that. Aviias had done nothing to deserve her injuries, the only good to come from them surely that it provided him a reason to be closer to her still, allowing her to share his den beneath the aged and weathered tree at the base of a small and grassy hill that bloomed flowers in spring and danced with golden grass in the autumn- his den allowing him a view of near the whole pack- chosen for such a location.

Aviias fit nicely beside him within the warm and comfortable darkness and he had become used to sleeping beside her- a welcome change after sleeping alone so very long. The padding of paws on snow and ice see one red tipped ear turn towards her as she comes, tail raising to beat against the snow in welcome as he rolls to lay himself upright and beside his…friend. Yes- surely that was the word for her, for he knows no other to truly fit what they have become and yet it pleases him all the same to have her companionship, a part of him having come to think of her as HIS friend- perhaps the first time the boy has ever truly felt….possessive of someone. Her mention of the stars sees his own handsome head tilted upwards to eye them, lips pulled back in any easy grin as Aviias rests beside him.

“Day always look good from ‘ere, reckon Diveen got da brightest stars of dem all, probably cause Heyel be up dare now makin’ ‘em shine.”

It pleases him, perhaps, to remember his Grandfather in such a manner, to feel closer to him before Aviias speaks his name, head inclined towards her in expectation, the female seeming insecure in that moment, nervous as his head tilts slightly in confusion at her reaction, waiting for her to say whatever it is she seems to be trying to say, eyes widen slightly when she finally does. Pregnant? For a moment his gaze turns from her, head angled to glance at her softly swollen sides- the boy not truly having noticed any growth in that area and yet…boys rarely do. His features manage at last to fall into a frown, confusion clear within his gaze once more as his mind seems to struggle to perceive this information. He has seen children born, witnessed his own mother birth his brothers and sisters many time over and yet the ‘how’ of pregnancy had never truly occurred to him. He knew what they had done some time ago, the call of winter and instinct far too much to be ignored with her proximity so close these past few weeks, Aviias herself making no move to stop Guardian doing entirely as nature intended in those moments and yet the result of such a thing had never truly been considered by the boy.

“Are……are ya sure? Do ya…..mean yar pregnant ta me?”

His words are slightly broken now, confusion still seeming to trace his features, seeking to assure himself that these are indeed his puppies she professes to carrying and that she has not merely just eaten the copious amounts of food he has taken to bringing her- else become pregnant to another. He is silent again for several moments still, seeming to contemplate this information, the ever-calm male seeming slightly ill at ease in this moment before he turns abruptly to look towards their shared den, frowning slightly now before the first hint of a grin seems to find his features, a resolve of sorts settling upon him.

“Well- we gunna ‘ave to renovate. We ain’t all gunna fit in dare now are we, eh? I reckon we can add another room. I’ll do it me’self in da mornin’. How does dat sound eh?"