No cuts, no buts, no coconuts

With a spear clutched firmly in his teeth, Jupiter marched towards the second pit trap he was making. There was still quite some distance to go; unlike the first one, the new pit was well outside Dauntless' borders. Far, far away from ill-tempered mothers (it was one accident, geez!) and hapless packmates.

He paused a second to readjust the grip on his spear and think about what had happened the day his mother had gotten mad at him. Maybe her anger wasn't such a bad thing after all. Because of it he'd gotten to meet his father, right? That was pretty cool. Since then he'd had been sneaking out regularly to be with Angelus. He liked him a lot, actually. In the beginning he wasn't sure he'd ever be able to feel the same kind of love for both of his parents, but the more he got to know his father, the more his affection grew. They had a lot in common and Angelus was willing to teach him pretty much anything he asked to be taught. And he answered all of his questions without getting mad, which was nice.

A skittering in one of the skinny crevices caught his attention. Without looking to see what it might be, the boy drove his spear into the rocks. If it could skitter, it could be eaten and he didn't particularly care if it was a lizard or something equally little. He'd take it home and show it off anyway.

"Jupiter"   "Amadeus" ”You”