Perhaps the girl didn’t know exactly who she was teaming up with when she roped in Prometheus and his brother. They weren’t exactly the type to follow suit or go with the flow, especially Prometheus. But that was her own failure in judgement. To indulge the girl, he followed her lead for a short time until Saros leaped onto the rock that she hid behind. A smirk marked the blonde boy’s face as he watched his brother prod at Thistle.

Prometheus stood erect as they neglected her game in the moment and jogged over to the base of the rock, his tail wagging. ”Look, we can pretend to be two. They won’t even notice!” he attempted to persuade Thistle into joining their cause instead. ”We’ve seen a lot of small teenagers who were older than us, trust me.” He throws his head up confidently and saunters around the boulder with a grin on his face.

”Just walk like me,” he urges the two of them. His steps are fluid and calculated, like the adults he had watched so often in Asteraia, but not slow enough that someone would think he is trying too hard. This was too easy! He melded into the outer edge of the group and brushed past a few older pups, revelling in the thought that he was undercover.