It is the scent of his Mother that sees his long limbs extend all the more across the earth, the black and grey boy all tipped in red pausing only briefly to turn back towards the small grey and white child that hurried after him, a soft call rising within his throat to hurry the child whom remained utterly dwarfed by his towering sire. For a moment longer Guardian waits, ever patient, ever gentle, his lips pulled back into a grin that holds nothing but a love so pure and full and rich for this single small child that stumbles in his shadow. There is no love with which to compare that he holds for his sons, both of them in equal measure. It is a feeling unfounded. One that lingers upon his features now as his muzzle lowers to the white backed silver boy all touched in stars of red whose teal and violet eyes look so imploringly up at his own as his tongue sweeps across the child- neatening him slightly for this meeting with his grandmother. Another check of the air assures him Andromeda had come alone, at least for today, the lack of Azrael perhaps…relaxing him, if only slightly. He adores his sire, has forever sought to follow in the footsteps of his father and yet he worries still what others will say of children born from…..a single winter night, from a female neither mate nor imprint and yet both of his children had been born with Angel Marks, his eldest son baring the pristine white Angels so valued over much of his pelt and as such….surely the gods above had approved it.

He did not seek to hide his family, indeed he had sent word to his parents to at least inform them of his children’s existence and yet he had worried still for the day he would bring them before his father- any son seeks to please his sire after all, no matter how old they grow. Of his mother’s love however, he held little doubt and to know she came alone today was calming to him. Perhaps, later, he would take the boys to meet Achilles too- an important introduction he was sure, after all, his sons should know of his best friend and he of them in turn.

“Come on ‘Ektor, yar gunna meet someone today, someone yar gunna like, I promise ya dat son.”

The wave of the child’s tail (a mere stump though it was, Guardian never fully understanding where the rest of it had gone) was assurance enough that the silver and white boy was pleased with this idea too, Guardian moving to grasp his scruff and carry him the rest of the way now, long red limbs making short work of the remaining distance now. Aviias and Gendry, it would seem, were still asleep within the den, his second born son taking much after himself and Aviias in turn, the boy far more relaxed. Hektor, it would seem, was in possession of an energy and temperament that seemed more akin to….Azraels blood though with more…volume. Quiet, with Hektor, was a rare thing and yet Guardian adored each moment, deep down, the young male so entierly proud of his sons there were few in the pack whom he had not told about them or taken a moment to show them too. Guardian convinced, surely, that they were by far the greatest of his creations. He emerges easily from the undergrowth now, long, lithe toned form striding smoothly towards his dam, Hektor clutched within his jaws as the small boy flailed and kicked about in excitement.

His approach is slowed only as he reaches his Mother, jaws lowered to release the child, the boy racing forward with exuberance, tiny tail waving frantically as Guardian lowers his head to smoothly embrace his dam.

“Imma so pleased to see ya, Mama. Aviias an Gendry is sleepin’ still, dem pups didn’t sleep much las night and day be tired today eh? But dis……dis is ‘Ektor but with one of dem fancy H’s in front, for Heyel, he’s ‘Ektor with an H. I made ‘im I did, he’s me first son, Gendry is me second. Ain’t he jus day best thing?”

There is a grin upon his lips then, a beaming, beautiful grin that adorns his whole features in delight and contentment and pride at this thing he had made.

“I dunno where ‘is tail went though, reckon Aviias forgot to make it for ‘im. Dun think it matters though, he dun seem to notice but I gotta warn ya ta be ready for it Mama, he’s a little bit…..”

The words Guardian had been attempting to say are abruptly cut off as the white and silver boy collides with Andromeda’s front leg, standing upon his hind paws, attempting to balance himself and reach for her muzzle all the same as his stub of a tail reaches warp speed and words explode from within that tiny body.

"IamHektorIamHektorIamHektorahahahahaha."

His laugh is infectious, youthful, joyful as he spring away from her to very near whirl himself about in several circles, leaping between his sire and granddam in delight and love for life- leaping up at Andromeda again.

“….loud.”

Guardian finishes at last. The young child’s single explosive sentence perhaps explaining entirely why poor Aviias was still asleep now…..