The pack hunt had been... interesting. Violence was not his forte and his sturdy body wasn't particularly graceful but the hunt leader seemed to know just how to organize them so that their individual strengths could come into play and their weaknesses be minimized... it was interesting, even if the hunt itself hadn't appealed to him. And now Gaia was calling the siblings together, which was just what should happen, and the heavy boy trotted unquestioningly toward her call. Nemesis had reached her first and Hephaestus - whose signs of affection had always run toward the physical displays rather than the vocal - made to nudge Nemesis' shoulder gently with his own before continuing to Gaia to attempt to curl around her happily. It was good they were all coming together, like they should. He didn't really understand the discontent between them, simply couldn't process it. They were littermates - nothing should be able to come between them. This was much, much better. This was what should be.
