His dreams were pleasant things, peaceful- though they were often that way, for Guardian himself had always been a peaceful creature even despite his desires to train as a warrior from an age so young, a goal he truly hoped to pass on to his offspring in time. For now however his dreams wavered and fractured as something heavy pressed upon his side and one eye of blue and molten gold rolled open to rest upon his infant son as the boy danced excitedly upon him. Hektor was by far the heavier of his children, the tail-less boy quite a lump really and yet truly Guardian was assured this was simply puppy fat in every sense of the word- he had been much the same. In time Hektor and Gendry too, would grow to be rather formidable he is sure. Good blood and all that. The young male manages a smile all the same, huffing slightly in a manner that jostled his small son and sent the boy tumbling from his side before Guardian allows his jaws to part in a wide yawn, each tooth flashing in the darkness at Aviias’ morning greeting yes.

“I’m a gettin’ up, Imma gettin’ up!”

His words are designed entirely to ward Hektor away from trying again as he moves to pull himself to his red-limbed legs, the haze of sleep still thick within his mind as he makes some attempt to listen to what Aviias is saying, this mention of his parents seeming to stir him more into wakefulness now. Of his Mother he held truly little fear, she had already met Hektor some weeks ago and indeed Guardian perhaps takes more after his Mother then he does his Father, his nature is much as her own, far softer, far more relaxed and far less inclined to say whatever thought it is that comes to his mind. Of Azrael he is far more wary. He adores his sire, he always has and yet he knows the manner in which his father so often speaks to those around him and some part of the male is….wary of that, unwilling to have Aviias wholly upset by whatever it is Azrael might manage to say.

“Well….if yar bein’ sure das what yar want an all, eh?”

There is a decided lack of confidence in his words and yet he grins towards his companion all the same. She was neither his mate nor his imprint and yet in some ways he had come to think of her almost as both. They had children together after all, he spent his time with no one else and indeed the star and angel-marked male had come to enjoy her company. It was nice, after all, to have someone to sleep beside at night and yet the decided lack of the title of mate or imprint was surely enough to displease Azrael in some fashion. For now at least, Guardian moves to shake it off and ignore it, chuckling softly as Aviass moves to lick at his head before stepping around his small family to lead the way as Aviias so suggested, long limbs loping forward and towards his parents den and the very den he himself had been born in so many years ago. Maybe some of his siblings had found their callings outside Diveen and yet, for Guardian, to be within the pack he himself had been born to was something important indeed. There was a peace in that, a contentment, his lips pulling upward into a grin all the same as he places himself beside Aviias, one eye turned back to watch his sons. Watchfulness, after all, was something that had come almost readily now that Guardian had his own boys. He had forever been protective, forever watchful and yet he had become only more so since their births. That sort of love, after all, from parent to child……was simply unlike anything he had ever felt before.

It does not take long to arrive outside his parents den, head lowered within the entrance, assuring they were within before calling out to them, moving to seat himself back beside his little family, one ear curving towards Aviias as she moved to whisper towards him, handsome head turned towards her as he simply shook it.

“Nah, dun yar worry ‘bout dat, day will like ya plenty. Me Pa can be a bit loud sometimes but he dun really mean it, he jus says things without thinking ‘bout them, but dun let it worry ya if he does, like I said, he dun mean it, not really and me Ma likes pretty much everyone I reckon.”

He grinned once more, light easy, watching as Aviias made the children sit beside her in some effort to appear presentable as he chuckled softly. Any amusement he felt however had lasted only so long as it took Azrael to appear, his towering white sire declaring that he and the female he lived in sin with had arrived, Guardians features dropping near instantly into a look somewhere between shame and embarrassment before his Mother moved hurriedly forward in some effort to salvage the situation- though truly Guardian is assured his features already feel almost hot beneath his sire’s onslaught, the boy managing a somewhat apologetic look toward Aviias- well, he had warned her. At least Azrael seemed to like how clean she was, that was something, his parents attention falling more hurriedly then on the children as Azrael asked which was which.

“Dis one is Ektor, but with a H for Heyel and dis one is Gendry and he ain’t never had a tail, I dun know where it went, I reckon Aviias forgot ta make it eh?”

He teases lightly, shoulder bumping into Aviias own in an effort to lighten the situation perhaps, Guardian pulling himself upward a little straighter as Azrael moved to look over the boys, Guardian evidently pleased with his sons all the same- proud as any Father surely has been.