So much upheaval among the family of late had touched even Hephaestus, who normally seemed immune to the violence of emotion that seemed to possess others. But all this - his mama gone, his Ebony-sister Val gone, and his mother fighting to take his Ebony-siblings away from some woman he didn't even know... he didn't understand why this woman Katja didn't just give the Ebony-siblings to his mother so they'd be safe with their family... travelling with his sisters to that strange pack, and so much else - it was all too much for him to remain unmoved by it.
Now his strong young form was still, curled up on himself with his bright eyes staring off into space, for he thought best when he was still and did not have to worry about the distraction movement brought. His mother was busy with pack politics and trying to get her Ebony-children and all manner of adult things, but there were other things that needed to be seen to in the pack. He knew there were adults doing that sort of thing but he wanted to help. He wanted to prove himself, especially after the illness where he'd actually hurt people. He needed to make up for that demon inside him. But how?
He'd given it a great deal of thought and came to the conclusion that he just didn't have enough knowledge to help. He'd need to ask someone what he could do. The decision had been made an hour ago but he'd spent all that time chewing it over, worrying over every angle that could possibly be worried over, and only just now uncurled to sit up. His copper-and-brown muzzle opened, sending his still-childish voice out in a call for his mother, or Helios, or Nat, or anyone who could give him advice, or a job to do. He was young, but he wasn't a child anymore. It was time for him to start to give back to the pack that had not given up on him.
