you gotta fight for your right to laze

Judas would see his son then, having grown much since he had last seen the meek boy who he could remember was born the runt to the litter which he and Nineva bore. Still setting in shorter then your average Archer, though Judas saw nothing wrong with that. After all, Judas, as far as antics went, often stuck out like a sore thumb. It seemed Clouse had obtained a bit of that streak.

The Archer boy looked up to him sheepishly as he scrambled up off the ground. After a questioning which was eager to know if he was going to get in trouble and asking how his father was doing, Judas snorted to the boy, black muzzle crinkling up. "Well yeah, I am." His voice hardened, sharp, as he looked down with a sharp and dominant gaze to his child. "Not mad you left, just mad cause you didnt bother to tell me. Your mother's worried to death and she is chewing my ass because of it to find you." Which of course, Judas would have had every intention to go looking for his son even if she hadn't been worried.

His hard look softened then only for sadness, his ears turning back against his skull. Another snort and he murmured as he torn his attention away and onto the lake. "I'd of went with ya, you know." Apparently his connection to this pup wasnt as deep as it may have been with the others. He knew, for sure, Ra would be missing him quite so even though she was quite the independent little woman already on her own.