His aunt's words were enough to draw a fear reaction from the stoic boy, his hackles raising at the knowledge that his mother had been hurt so badly by her birth that she must go away. She went on to explain new ranks but he sat stiffly, unlistening. His mother was hurt, sick, unwell, and he had not even been there when she gave birth to his new siblings. What kind of a disgrace for a son of Olympus was he anyway?
His orange gaze dropped to his paws, and the mountainous young man hunched in on himself miserably. It took a while for him to register his uncle's voice shouting at Nemesis for something but when it did his head came back up to stare, his eyes opened wide in shock. Why was uncle Helios shouting at Nemesis? The sight seemed to provoke a similar reaction in the female next to him, who moved closer to her young children.
"It's all right," he told her soothingly, wondering if that was even true or not. "I'll make sure you and your pups will be ok."
