we scare because we don't care

Humming to himself as he went, Jupiter wove through the thick, gnarled trees. Occasionally he stopped to brush off a spiderweb that stuck across his face before carrying on unperturbed. His dad had tried to scare him with stories about this place when he was a pup, but by the time they were together enough for Angelus to try the whole bonding thing, Jupiter had already spent seasons on his own and was unimpressed with made up stories about white haired, puppy eating hags. He'd brushed his old man off and not thought much more about it beyond a lingering irritation with the needy elder Imperialis.

He was thinking about that now because his father had passed away sometime in the Spring. While he hadn't officially joined Fireside because he was too much of a rover, Angelus had visited whenever the wind had blown him by. He'd tried his best over the years to bond with his son but Angelus had always rebuffed him. Now that he was gone Jupiter wasn't sure he'd made the right decision. Regret nagged at him. Just a little. Jupiter had never had that feeling before so perhaps it had to do with the circumstances surrounding Angelus' death. Or, rather, his discovery. He'd seen a lot of death in his life, but nothing really prepared you for finding a loved one like that. It was too real, too undeniable, too visceral. The discovry had him questioning a lot of things.

Suddenly Jupiter realized he wasn't alone. He stiffened, his nose working, and then relaxed when the scent registered. "Ain't it past your bedtime, kid?"