Friend-Shaped

As if on cue, the capybara stopped destroying the pumpkin patch and instead approached the two wolves, seemingly ignorant of the danger its life was imminently in. Artorias leered down at the giant rodent as it moved to sit beside Solaire and as soon as it did, Art knew that there was no talking his son out of keeping it. Those big sad puppy-dog eyes that were mirror images of his beloved wife’s melted his heart and shattered his resolve. Dammit, Artorias was such a sap for his family… Solaire answered his query by promising to teach the capybara not to eat all the pumpkins (a promise Artorias didn’t think he’d be able to keep) and to grow a new patch just to feed his new companion (a promise Artorias did actually believe). And with that, he supposed there was no more to say on the matter.

Artorias took in a deep breath and let it out in a long sigh, sliding his sword back into its scabbard. Piercing fire opal eyes stared down at the apathetic capy before turning back to his child. "Then from this moment on, it’s your responsibility, Solaire. You take care of it, you train it. And if it eats any of the garden plants or the herbs in the greenhouse, you’ll be taking the punishment. Understood?" Artorias fixed Solaire with a stern gaze, making sure his son was on the same page as him and understood the rules and conditions. If the capybara became a problem for the pack, it would be gone that same day.

"Artorias" | "Carpathian"