To parent the unparantable

“Excellent suggestions, the both of them. Let's do that with Selene, but may need to adjust it if her boredom has her stirring the plot.” He said leaning close to his wife's shoulder, clearly taking comfort from her presence. But in an absentminded sort of way, his eyes had a distant expression as he considered. “A competition sounds like an excellent idea. Something they would all like as a prize. Perhaps a dagger, like Spider's. A family heirloom.” But what would challenge them? “They've all shown an interest in fighting, but struggle to attend the lessons. Perhaps we hold two sets of sparring challenges. One now, at their current level, and one later on. So they know what to work towards…?” He suggested


Which brought them back to Citadel. In some ways, he was their most difficult child. Adventurous, craved learning, but remed to be missing a specific element. something between empathy and understanding your own limitations. “We need to throw him into the deep end and let him swim. I'm not entirely sure yet, but I think removing him from his support network would be wise. Perhaps an apprenticeship with another pack. Unless you can think of another apprenticeship that may test him in the ways we need to?” He voiced the question in a way that made it clear her opinion mattered. He wanted another solution.