Time for fun my kiddos!

[River]

Grad worried too much about stuff. He really should stop doing that, what was he so worried about? It wasn't like anything had happened lately beside his own illness that he almost had recovered from. The nights had been quiet and the wolves walking around in Imperium had been silence as well. Maybe that was what worried Grady so. The silence. It indeed was worrying that the pack had gotten so silence, and he was starting to have trouble sleeping. Yes that was unusually for Grady, but he would often find himself awake doing day not able to sleep at all, and walk around in his own packlands without a real purpose. Was no around doing night, now days? He realized he had no guards on his own lands and even though that indeed was worrying him that outsiders could come sneaking up from behind, it was the inside that caused his worry.

Yes the silence from inside, how people avoided looking into his eyes, his cousin's constantly ragging down on him. But Grady did not plan to break in front of everybody, neither to his cousin or family, he shouldn't worry. Worry was more like a sin, it wasn't really needed. He couldn't prevent things from happening, he couldn't stop them or look out for them or know where or from who they would come from. It was unpredictable and he had to enjoy his time for the longest he could, despite what others would say Grady believed that there was nothing he could do to prevent other's so obvious hatred and anger toward him.

But because of his worry he had neglected his own family. One of the things he never would do in any other case, but now. Now he had and he felt so damn guilty. His family was his most precious treasure in his life and he needed them like they needed him. He had planned today, set the night off for his beloved children, and he had joyfully hunted a rabbit down for his kids in case they should grow hungry doing the night of fun. It was a lovely day, a lovely night with cool breezes, yet it was hot and a little humid, but a nice weather, and he and his kids were going to enjoy it fully. He put down the rabbit and gave a quick call to his children. They would be around here in the den area for sure. And he hoped to see them all jump forward in joy to see their father.

His small kids. They were growing so fast, and he didn't want to miss any moment of it, he wanted to see all of their growing, see what they would grow into, who they would be. His two little daughters and his many sons. And Lance. No Lance was a part of his spawn, he was his son. How silly of him to count him as a second individual, Lance was just as much one of his as Julia, and Cinna. He looked after his children, stepping lightly on his toes to see them, calling their names once again. Where were they? He tilted his head lightly and sat down. And it was then he saw the first figure in the night come toward him. He jumped up and rolled his tongue out in joy, and called them once again to come closer.

”Meus liberi! adveho Adveho propinquus!
My children! Come! Come closer!

His tail wagged and he would run forward to meet his children. Touch each one of his beloved children. Cinna. His little boy who always was up to something, up to jokes and fun and teasing his mother and sisters with an eager not seen before, and it always made Grady smile and laugh. Julia. Oh Julia one of his few daughters. She seemed so lost, so afraid of the real world, Grady wished for her that today she could have fun, that today she could enjoy her siblings company and not only herself. Just today. Levana, his second daughter, so stubborn that it made Grady giggle. She was a lovely little one like her mother most of the time. Seneca. His first born son, taking responsibility on him that he was too young to carry, but yet he was so neutral and normal. Zanobi was a good son and child like all the others and a nice young kid, healthy and fun.

Caius was an interesting individual that enjoyed the night and the big sky and what was up there, he seemed to love it. And Lance was the older adoptive kid, smart kid, very smart. Grady smiled in joy when he saw all fo them come to him and he asked them.

”Sic meus liberi. Quis vadum nos lascivio?”
So my children! What shall we play?

[River]

The night was just beginning. An orb of white was just beginning to rise in the navy blue sky, accompanied by pinpricks of light. Pale blue eyes opened, as did a little brown mouth. Seneca yawned, lifted his head...then flopped it back down. Five more minutes couldn't hurt anything. But then, he heard the call of his father. He snapped to his feet and yipped happily. Grady had been very ill, and to protect his young and fragile children he had stayed away from the den. Oh, how Seneca had missed him! "Pater!" Father! He ran out to greet him.

Grady urged his kids to come closer, but Seneca didn't have to be told that. All composure out the window, the little prince flung himself against his father's sturdy front legs. If he'd been another pup, he might have wept for joy. But since he was the happy sort, he jumped at Grady's face and tried to lick his cheek. It was awful high for such a shorty, though! Try as he might, he wouldn't be able to reach unless Grady lowered his head, which was easily half Seneca's size. "Ego requiro vos , Pater! Es vos puteus iterum?" I missed you, father! are you well again? Good old Seneca, looking out for everyone, even the adults.

”Sic meus liberi. Quis vadum nos lascivio?”

"Velieris quod peto! Velieris quod peto! Ego sum is!" Seneca loved hide and seek, but only if he was the seeker. For some reason, he didn't like hiding. Maybe it was because he was always found. He had a habit of leaving his hiding place to check and make sure Cinna hadn't picked a sleeping crock's mouth to hide in. seneca began counting to twenty, the number they usually used, but he lost track of the numbers. "Unus...duos...errrr...septeeeeeem...haud, ut est non vox. Pater? Quis adveho secundum duos?" What comes after two? Ah, sweet youth. the only time not knowing how to count is acceptable.

Maybe he shouldn't be It.

[River]

It seemed to Caius that the days were growing shorter. The sun, once so powerful that it shone throughout the entire day and on into the later hours as well, had seemed to wilt and crumble under the pressure of pumping out its life-giving rays every day. Retreating, it seemed, into the clouds and darkening sky all too quickly. He supposed that that was one of the many things that came with the gradual changing of the seasons. This sparked something within the little one, a realization; the night was beginning to take over. Caius wasn't one to really care whether or not a god damned those who experienced the bright rays of sunshine or not. Caius was an atheist for the most part, not because he didn't believe, but simply because he didn't give a damn about gods or devils. Disinterest coursed through his growing body with eagerness, an oxymoron of sorts. Though the little boy was as sharp as the point of a sharpened needle, he was disinterested.

Nothing mattered.

Ears twitched at his fathers calling voice, and for a moment the little prince debated on whether or not to answer his fathers requesting call of reunion. Reluctantly the youth lifted himself from his little spot upon the path of deadened grass, heading off lazily and making absolutely no haste at all. Why should he come running like an idiot when all they were going to do was speak of things unimportant and meaningless? His siblings were immature for the most part, but he couldn't hold that against them; they were all children, even he himself. Kids, little balls of fur and imaginations that ran wild like mustangs.

A soft sigh left the boys lips, his eyes seemingly glazed over and staring off into nothingness as he made his way toward his father. Up ahead he heard voices... one of his siblings were already there, possibly more. No, no, if more were there it would be LOUD and UNBEARABLE and he'd have to just turn around and walk the other way. Luckily for the family that wanted to see him, he wasn't going to abandon this little meeting. Slowly and carefully he made his way to his father, sitting down beside him quietly, like a ghost materializing out of no where. "Abyssus, pater."

If he'd never spoken, would they have noticed him?

[River]

Boring, Boring, Boring. There was nothing to do within the boundaries mother had set up for her, the little Princess didn't want to stay close to the den. She wanted to run free at the first sign of Praesidium, but she remained out of curiosity. Never before had mother told her to stay close to the den, usually she was given free reign of the land. Something in her gut told her there was going to be a big surprise but her head told her nothing was going to happen at all. The child shook her head letting mauve curls bounce around her butterscotch eyes. The silver moonlight reflected in the pools, she looked off to her younger brother, Caius. She had been out since the first rays of purple and pink were spilling across the sky. Her coffee colored face resting on her paws as she looked up at the sky. Oh Diana was so beautiful tonight, Praesidium's stars shining around her. It was so beautiful to marvel at.

The call made the little girl's head lift up instantly. Her eyes seemed to glow with a light from within, her mouth drop open in shock. Father! He was better, he had to be. Bless the Gods her father was calling for them. Jumping to her paws she looked to her brother, Levana was the oldest out of the litter. The first born, the best of the best. The cream of the crop. Once Caius had disappeared from sight and she was sure, she could make a grand entrance, the girl darted off. She stubby legs bouncing and swaying as she ran towards her father, spying him. Seneca already pouncing at his face and Caius moving to sit by his side. She didn't say anything yet, just let out a joyous laugh. She had been waiting for father to get better and mother to allow her to see him again.

If Seneca didn't move out of the way from Grady, Levana would shove her brother out of the way and push up against her dad lovingly. She had to be his favorite after all. She was mother's favorite, so father had to love her the most right? That was why she always got away with things and stupid Julia and Cinna got into trouble. She looked up at Grady with huge creamy eyes, a smile spread on her muzzle. She ignored her siblings, who cared about them.

"Daddy, Ego diligo vos!"
((Daddy, I love you!))

She cooed sweetly.

"Nemo volo ludo velieris quod Peto. Nos should lascivio Tag!"
((No one wants to play hide and Seek. We should play Tag!))

She was the oldest, she should get a say in what was done. No one else. Stuck up with an ego? Yes. After her little encounter with Lance, Levana needed all the love from everyone she could get. All the attention. She had gotten her Princess title smudged by a brat. Levana turned to Caius and pounced infront of him prodding him with a paw before darting off on the other side of Grady.