even a god-king can bleed

He certainly was the last one to arrive, just as he had planned. Apollo had heard his mothers call loud and clear, but he had taken his damn sweet time to drag his paws there. When he arrived at the stench that was the border, he rubbed his own scent off there. Sure, his Olympus smell was weak, but that wasn't why he was marking. They would know that he came to their precious meeting, even if he didn't want to see their damned faced. But alas, here he was. Marching into the meeting with his head and tail high, he did not lower his own dominant stance as he made himself known. He lingered on the outskirts of wolves, his salmon hued eyes glowering up at his parents. So they sat on the throne now, did they? Somewhere deep inside him he felt pride, but it was shoved underneath all the anger that he held for his sires.