Lucy you got some ‘splainin’ to do

Valentine had some explaining to do. Not the ‘I fucked up’ kind thankfully, but what he had to say would take some delicacy. The last thing he needed was for his son to think he’d gone senile or worse, that old age had made him a laughably shitty liar.

Behind him in the den under his tractor and currently being fawned over by an infuriating skunk, was a litter of raucous Imperialis puppies. Their squeaks and growls could be heard by Valentine and if his old ears could hear them then whoever happened to be wandering by could as well. Not that he thought that mattered, really. Everyone would be made aware of their presence soon enough.

The first person, and perhaps the only one owed this information, was Chaos. It was for that reason that he howled for his youngest son before sinking to the ground to wait.