I never give in, I never give up {and neither will you}

Felicien was, in some ways, a bit envious of Ruthgar, if only slightly. The mercenary himself had lain with women, but he’d never lingered long enough to see if the whelped or not. He couldn’t hide his pride in seeing the little ones, and he was certain that the boys would all grow to be strong. Felicien fell into step beside Ruthgar, feeling there was little danger that would dare cross into the Orchard now that the two of them were on steady patrols and Hell, if Cerberus still lingered, only a fool would cross three males willing to tear them apart for sake of protecting a female and her pups.

“I figure we’ll work on solidifying defenses, then see what you can do in an open spar if you will. I don’t want you to worry about leaving any scars, though I’d like to ask that you don’t maim me since I’m only trying to make sure you’re prepared.” His lips curled in a slight smile. He was happy, he realized. Happier than he’d been for a while. Today, as he was sure Ruthgar would pick up, was a test to see what he knew, what he’d learned completely, and where the male still needed improvement or if he even did. Felicien wasn’t too worried… Ruth was strong willed, ready to do all he could for his children. It was then, suddenly, that Feli stopped, closing his eyes and twitching his ears.

“Ruthgar? May I ask you a question, Monsieur?” His French accent dipped, particularly on the word spoken in the foreign language. “What is it like… having little ones to care for?”