Horns

To his surprise his nightly walks to clear his head had become less and less frequent after Crew had disbanded. The memory of Orsus and Isis seemed like a lifetime ago and the only thoughts he ever had now were about his sons and how to keep them protected. His nightly walks had been appropriated into patrols but this night in particular that he had seen Mara alone outside of her den. As proud as he was of being father to three boys he knew he had at best done the easier half of the work. He had been more than happy to give her space and had developed a strange sort of respect for her. It hadn’t been the burning passion he had felt for Isis or the swelling pride he’d felt for Orsus, the closest he could attribute it to was the comradery he had felt with Chaos.

He approached her as quietly as his large paws could manage his head low, far from submissive but cautious. “Oy.” He said softly, his eyes fixed as he waited for her reaction. He wasn’t quite sure what he expected; a snarled warning, a demanding ‘What’ maybe even the reproachful “Oy yourself.” Chaos had given him when they first encountered one another.