Phobos is quick to rise and stand on his feet peering down at his male with identical vivid golden orbs. "He is still a pup, he will begin using his other senses soon enough," I whisper not wanting Phobos to get disappointed with our male.
Tadeas stares up at his father with blurry eyes whilst lifting his tiny limbs towards him and bouncing on his bum demanding to be comforted. My mate bends down and picks him up with a faint sigh abiding by the little one's desires. He clutches the weeping pup to his chest to pat his back and rock him side to side exactly as I taught him. "Teď ticho. Jsem tady."
(Hush now. I am here.)
"He is as serious as you, he does not like games." I giggle.
"I wish to begin his official training but how can I if he gets upset at my trials. Pups adore to play this way but he loathes it I do not understand."
"He is just different than the rest."
"Perhaps I need to be stricter with him."
"You cannot be strict with him admit it," I say.
