He had taken to fatherhood easily enough, and as she placed a kiss on his cheek and said that they were going outside, he didn't hesitate to continue laying there for a moment or two. He knew enough about kids to know that their first outing would be an extensive one, and any extra rest he could accumulate would be beneficial to his own cause. A smile filtered across his lips as he finally rolled to his chest and rose upward, bones and limbs creaking as he went. It had never occurred to him that one day he would begin to truly age, but it seemed that day was finally upon him. He would slither from the den to find Faolan and his family mingling in the cool winter air. The snow would depart from where his paws trod, leaving frozen bits of grass showing in his wake. Daedalus seemed to be floundering - quite happily - in a drift of snow. Gerhardt would lower his muzzle into the pup-sized hole and pose a question. "You alright, son?"
