Magnus wouldn’t deny his childen’s wants and desires so long as they were good and productive wants and desires. Example, he would not go get Sans food. The boy was old enough to do that on his own, however he would go with Vayrus on a ‘patroll’ of the borders or whatever it was he was doing or help them learn to hunt or do other things. He had no issues with that. He wasn’t jsut gonna leave them to figure it out like his mom basically had. Find your own meal or die. Magnus wasn’t THAT relentless at least. He remembered more than once a grasshopper or other bug of some sort being the only thing he could eat for that day cause that was all he was able to find and catch. It graduated to lizards and mice later, but it had been hard and after she taught him and Alphonse the basics they were on their own. He hadn’t tossed them into the world like that. He reminded himself though that Rogue didn’t want to be mother. Ever for that matter. He and Viora had decided to have kids. Still didn’t stop Magnus from wishing he didn’t have four of the little buggers at times.

Times like now.

DAADDD. He knew his silence wouldn’t last for long as he gave a rumbled “hmm” from his maw, rolling over from his back as his youngest son nudged him on the nose. ”Come on what, Ashur? Be more clear on what you want us to do.” Again the older male was far from opposed from doing things. This child was probably THE chosen child for Magnus at least. He would see that he learned whatever it was he wanted, but it didn’t mean the russet, white and black male wouldn’t grumble and act more displeased than he was about it when he had been having a perfectly good time up here staring at nothing and thinking about the world.

”Your mom out doing things instead? You usually pick her when you are bored.” Magnus noted, not jealous in the slightest, but it was a true statement and question. It was more that Ashur could see her get up and go and his… well lack their of, perhaps even her standing in the ranks was what made the boy prefer to go to her since she visibly had the skills and drive. He was made after her after all in more ways than one. He stood up and stretched, his shoulders and neck cracking as he did so. Getting older sucked that was for sure especaily when you had screeching children calling after you. Perhaps they had waited too long to have them, but they were here now.

”So, come on, what are we doing then? You know I am just as capable as your mom when I need to be.” Need to be was the key word there, but he certainly had gotten softer in his older years, though his drive he wouldn’t say had changed much. After all he had his soul shattered, lived in three different packs, and was one of the few surviving and learned ‘demons’ out there he was sure. Experiences abound, but also not quite as horrid and full as some. He was okay with that so long as the ones around him were too.