Theirs was a strained relationship, but it was better than nothing at all. He had come here to hide from the entirety of his family, and had found a splinter of it waiting for him. Anger still boiled deep inside, but it was far more calm than it previously had been. He was drying off now, looking more himself, and sitting several feet from his father who seemed unwilling to do anything to tick off his mom. It seemed Athena and Amalia had to talk before the boys could learn anything about what was going on. "Mmph," Vitus uttered, his throat burning from the simple exclamation. He was over a year old and yet no one seemed to trust him with knowledge more serious than his name and who his birth parents were. He knew he could handle more, but they apparently didn't. It seemed there wasn't going to be any more information coming his way in this meeting with his sire, so what was the point in staying? He wasn't the best at small talk - or any talk, for that matter. He rose, tentatively, eyes never leaving his father. This was his chance to leave his son with something more, and if he said nothing - the boy would just go back home and slaughter some rabbits. His tail swayed idly, more by the gentle pushing of the wind than his muscles making it move. His right ear twitched, swiveling back to point toward his rump, and then swiveling forward, and then back again - over and over as he waited a moment more.
"Speech"
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