Yep, It's Mine Alright

He had returned from another trip to Valhalla, this time, with one of his kids in tow. Sparrow hadn't met them yet, but today he would introduce them. They were all family after all, it was high time he finally told his cousin about the kids he had with the Adravendi woman. It had been a little over a year now since they were born. They had grown considerably, and his back-and-forth ventures were growing tiresome. Valhalla had been taking great care of his pups, and he decided he was leaving it up to the kids to decide whether or not they wanted to leave Valhalla and become a pirate, or stay in the home they grew up in. The pair arrived at the black sand beach, the Saxe male looking mighty proud of himself and the boy at his side. Phoenix was a fine young man, a bit rowdy so far (he'd been nipping constantly at Ares' tail the whole way here just to be annoying) and Ares knew that it was definitely his son. Tilting his head back, he called for Sparrow to come meet him.