get your mit, we're playing catch, dammit

Pyrrhic was on the verge of calling again when he heard the rhythmic thumping of a tail. Soon enough he spied his son coming to him through the gloom. The slow, careful steps were at odds with the happy tail he'd heard moments before and he couldn't help but wonder if his son too was aware of Dantalian's jealousy. The thought brought a faint smile to his lips. His kids were so smart. Even this simple act of foresight made him happy. Pyrrhic knew it was the sort of thing he couldn't share with anyone else except maybe Riva. No one else would understand why it was such a great thing or why it made him so proud except maybe another parent. Knowing that didn't diminish his happiness any.

At the last second Asmodeus threw his arms around Pyrrhic's leg in a big hug. Pyrrhic of course dropped his head down to his son's shoulders and wrapped his free leg around him. In a low whisper that would hopefully no disturb either of the den's other inhabitants, Pyrrhic murmured, "Morning partner. What would you say to a day of just you and me? Whatever you want." He meant it too. If his son wanted to chase frogs and eat bugs then Pyrrhic would be chasing frogs and eating bugs right there with him.