His children had been born and they were…Well… He stood on the edge of the waterfall, looking out over the north now that it had turned from sheer white to a brilliant emerald green. The brisk air whipped through his fur, birds called in the vast forests below him, but his thoughts were focused entirely on the shallow whispery breaths coming from the cave itself. Nuada showed potential, but his son…His first born son… He shook out his fur and made his way down from the mountain, his tail waving briskly behind him. He hadn’t expected to be so grateful for his own law; the one that didn’t ensure his children would inherit his great and mighty pack, but he was. His son was feeble, and small, much smaller than he had anticipated, and certainly smaller than Nuada. He stopped after passing by the den Artemis had made and his ears flicked slightly. It was awfully quiet for a den inhabited by pups. His brow furrowed in suspicion. Maybe they were playing. He gave a small experimental bark just to be sure and then waited a moment, watching for any sign of movement. Speech, Thought, You

A full season had passed since his birth. Much had happened since then. Gone were the chubby legs ringed with rolls of baby fat; gone was the chunky belly that made him waddle when he walked. In their places were long, spindly legs and a ribby midsection. It seemed as though he'd gone from one extreme to the other. He'd gone from a butterball to something akin to a daddy long leg in a few short weeks. His appearance - too big feet, knobby knees and all - suggested he was about to hit one hell of a growth spurt. So it was a shame, really, that so far only his body was maturing. With a sharpened stick hanging out of his mouth and a terrified Amadeus clinging to his scruff, Jupiter streaked through the trees like a bat out of hell. Knowing full well that he as scaring his companion, the boy laughed maniacally as he suddenly veered off the path and jumped off a short rock face to a different path below. He was headed home. Skewered on the stick was a small groundhog; a casualty of the pit trap he'd made for monsters. He was taking it home to show off and yes, to share if anyone wanted it. Skidding around an outcropping - and nearly losing Amadeus in the process - brought the boy to the clearing in front of his den. The sudden appearance of a rather large, unfamiliar adult standing in few feet in front of the entrance made him skid to a halt and lose both his monkey and his groundhog as the former was thrown over his head and the latter was flung off its skewer. "Oh!" he exclaimed in surprise. Amadeus, glad to be free of the menace, scampered up a nearby tree. The groundhog lay in a heap where it had fallen, too dead to care about the rough treatment it had suffered. His surprise was short lived and soon replaced by suspicion and an innate need to protect what was his. Who was this man standing so close to his family's home? He was usually quite eager to meet new people, but it was one thing to meet someone far from the den and another to meet them on his doorstep. "I've never seen you before. Whatcha doin'?" "Jupiter"   "Amadeus" ”You”

His head turned sharply as the boy crashed in, his eyes wide and cautious as they flickered firt to the boy, then to the monkey, then to the groundhog. His ear twitched as his mind settled, more than a little startled by the child’s sudden arrival. He identified the child immediately as one of Artemis’ young and stood proudly over the boy. He was larger than both Nuada and Rain but he supposed that had more to do with the azure boy being older, although it certainly didn’t change his unfavorable view of his own children. "I've never seen you before. Whatcha doin'?" An easy smile formed on the lightning king’s expression; kind but still retaining the regality of a leader, even for one as young as himself. “Forgive me, I had meant to introduce myself to you and your siblings sooner.” He said with a light chuckle. “I am Tyranis Wreckage the leader of Dauntless; the pack you and your family call home.” Speech, Thought, You

Jupiter eyed the yearling as he spoke, his nose twitching as he breathed in his scent. He was familiar with the male's scent; it was all over the border and having crossed the border frequently, Jupiter was no stranger to the scents that defined it. It was also the stinkiest smell he encountered. That made sense, he supposed. The biggest, strongest stink belonged to the leader. "You're forgiven," he said seriously. After skewering his groundhog again, Jupiter hauled it to the den and gently laid both it and the stick inside before turning around and plopping down on his rump in front of Tyranis. "Well, it's nice to meet ya, Tyranis. My name's Jupiter. If you're looking for my mom she's not here right now." Which was a shame, really, as he'd had his heart set on showing off his prize and none of his family was here to see it. "Jupiter"   "Amadeus" ”You”