run for the hills

Jupiter was hot on the trail of a small band of sheep. He didn't particularly care for the buggers, but Fireside was always on the lookout for new blood and as he, Jupiter, was now a civilized man, it was his duty to be a good citizen. Or whatever. He was still a bit salty and of the opinion everything was bullshit, but he was trying - something that was growing increasingly difficult with each passing day. Everything felt wrong. The den, Alfrun, his wife's expectations of him. Everything. It felt like he was holding pieces of broken pottery together and vainly trying to keep the contents from spilling. Sooner or later this was all going to fall apart and the sooner he accepted that, the better.

A bright swirl of color brought Jupiter's head up. Sure he was seeing one of his cousins, he studied the figure for a moment. No, that wasn't Ares. The coloring was similar but the teeth were wrong. Even from a distance he could see there was something wonky about that mouth. The teeth were pointing in the wrong direction; Ares had the family sabers. This guy had...something else. Kinda reminded him of Bubbles' tushes.

Jupiter's gaze went from the wolf to the sheep. Were those his? A couple of years age he wouldn't have entertained the thought, but apparently it was more common than he realized. Intent on not spooking the herd, Jupiter padded closer before asking, "Those yours?" Not that a claim would stop him if he decided to try to acquire them. It just meant he'd have to fight for them first.


"Jupiter"   "Amadeus" "Bubbles"