it's in your blood and it's in your making

He rubbed a paw backwards across the fur between her ears. Much as he did with his children when he was showering them in affection, or simply annoying them. As a dad did, on occasion. Having children had definitely made the man more affectionate then he had once been. It made it easier to hug the woman he had once dreamed of marrying, without hurting his heart.

“My dad bod can still kick your ass” he teased her back, enjoying the light banter between old friends. He rested a paw against her shoulder when she snuggled closer. His eyes moving back to the ocean, and the Armada territory that lay just across the sand bridge.

“There's great logic to that” he agreed, troubled. “I fear I would clip their wings if mine asked me for their freedom” but then, he had surprised himself before. Sometimes, in love, he did things that went against his selfish nature.