Fightin' Dirty

Soon enough Legion would be back in its homelands but in the meantime Jupiter was traveling between them and the Basin frequently just to keep an eye on things. Make sure no one moved in thinking they were vacant or anything like that. So far so good. All was quiet and he hadn't seen hide or hair of any mischief-makers. It was a bit boring, honestly. Just one little scrap now and then or a lost, winsome traveler taking refuge in the barn. That's all he wanted. Was that too much to ask for?

He was yanked from his musings about winsome rogues by the dark shape of what looked like a pup traipsing into the river. The creature had the youthful gangliness he associated with the off-the-tit-but-still-within-suckling-range age group. The pup was alone and that fact was enough to remind him of his younger self. How much time had he spent alone as a pup after his mother disappeared and he'd deliberately eluded his father's company? A great deal. If not for Amadeus who knows what would have happened to him.

"Hey, kid," he called without making a move towards her. She might take his advance the wrong way and bolt, and he didn't want that. "You're shit at fishing."