Restraint, a little tact and a lot of patience. A lot. Foud knew he couldn't attack the subject of the knot so brutally with Nyx. Contrary to what many might believe, he was a sensitive and very selfless person who would give his life to keep the world going. Just like his older brother, very protective of him. They were like a coin: one was the face, the other the reverse, but they complemented each other. They were one on the battlefield. It was for this reason that Foud waited patiently for the evening to have his discussion with him.
"Are you sure this is the right time?" one last Day asked him as night began to fall.
"Yes, if he cooks he will be distracted and therefore less on edge."
"Don't get mad, okay?"
"I can't promise you that, you know that."
"Promise me you won't fight him if you don't like his answer, please."
"I promise you."
"Swear it."
"I swear to you. I won't scratch your dear loving alpha."
