Who's Afraid Of The Big Bad Wolf?

 
He watches his father silently his eyes hiding his worry. He wants to know what he thinks of his granddaughter, but he knows now is not the time to ask. If he said anything wrong, which he doubted, a fight would surely ensue. He would not stand for negative words against his child and his heart blazed with unbridled anger for a moment before to was flickered out. He had no reason to feel like that, not yet anyway. Zafir smirks softly and sends her smugness to Astarot as Vadir simply acknowledges her. She had witnessed the golden queen attacking others first hand and it made her feel special to not be one of her victims. 'Try and stay that way.' he told his blue dragoness.

His attention shifts quickly back to his warlord father as his body stiffens slightly. He catches the look of approval fall over his white face and scarlet eyes, and his worry slides away. He couldn't help the fear that pulsed through his body at the protectiveness sweeping through him. He had worried that his father would take offense and be angry with him. Instead he seemed happy by his eagerness to stand up for the bone marked girl.

As he sweeps his gaze down at her his dual eyes soften his heart flipping with to many emotions to name. Deep words slip into the warm air drawing his attention back. "Thank you Apa, I will do my best. With such a large family I think she will be well taken care of." He smiled softly and tried to return his father's warm touch as relive floods through him. If he had Volterra's acceptance he felt sure he would be a good father. He chuckles deeply at the last part of his praise. 'Not the ones I want though.' He thinks silently and Zafir crows her laughter at the bitter thought.

His gaze shifts down as the filly steps from under him. He watches her beaming proudly as she tries out the word he just taught her. It was a good attempt, and could only get better with time. he fights back a chuckle at her next attempt his eyes sparkling with his dark glee as he looks sideways at his father. Zafir noticed the worry in the girl and carefully landed beside her young self appointed charge. She cooed softly at the girl trying to show her she was save. Zafir about lost it when the girl said the queen looked like her. Astarot gaped his jaw opening wordlessly. His looked towards his Apa worry flashing in his eyes. He hopped Vadir wouldn't take that as an insult, but he couldn't do anything about it now.

He hopped her clumsy bow would be enough to appease the queen. He stepped forward only to pause as Rika fell over. He watched her wondering how she would react to hitting the ground. Most of his senses yelled for him to step forward and help her up, but some deep instinct told him to wait. If she had hurt herself he would be there in a heart beat, other wise he would allow her to rise on her own. The tears filling her pretty blue eyes broke his heart, but he remained still muscles quivering with the effort. When she spoke he relaxed instantly a giant sigh blowing from his muzzle. "That's my girl." His voice was deep and warm as he smiled warmly. "Come stand back up, maybe we can get Nagyapa to help teach you to swim." He grinned his skull marked head lowered and flashing playfully at his Apa. The thought of the massive black stallion playing amused him.

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