Fate had found himself falling into a nighttime routine of learning navigation. Sometimes he would try and match stars to directions, though he admittedly failed at it, and sometimes he would just hide in the shadows. Carefully he would walk in the shadows, fading into them as he eyed his dad, who seemed on edge. He would gulp, slowly following him until the man started to spit with fury. What was wrong? That was when he stepped out and saw what was happening. There were trespassers, which meant Fate would also step in. Hackles raised and a fierce snarl on his maw, Fate would eye the wolves who dared encroach upon their land. He would say nothing because his expressions captured it all as he stood beside his father. He was pissed off.
