I Walk Alone...

Despite being the son of Octavian, the boy didn't much common sense yet. He obviously didn't realize that his aunt and uncle were trying to protect him from the possibly dangerous man that called himself Squall Leonhart, seeing as though he came out from behind Pontifex to put himself between Loccian and the man, trying to apparently strike amount of realization into the trio of wolves. But he had no place to speak. Augustus was merely a yearling, still learning about the world. He wasn't doing any good putting himself in danger when his family was trying to protect him. The esquire watched as his sister turned towards the young boy, scolding him and basically putting him in his place. The bi-colored brute stepped in, using his body as a barrier, muzzle pressing into his nephew's shoulder, urging the boy on, a gentle nip given as encouragement.


He paid little attention to what the man Squall had to say. He frankly didn't care. The man had attacked him unprovoked and therefore was not welcome with Pontifex. Even if he did apologize, he wasn't about to become all chummy chummy with him. He waited until his nephew had gone ahead a few paces before stopping, turning back to his sister and Squall, listening as she introduced herself, him and their nephew, threatening the man if he were to ever come near them again, or the borders of their home. Next time you might come away with something missing. He snarled, audits pining themselves flat against his skull, whipcord lashing behind her dark haunches as he waited for his sister to accompany him and Augustus back to Seracia.



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