Moonspear welcome to the car wash

Charon rubbed his shoulder against another tree, leaving some white hairs behind, and looked at Revui to see how his son was doing. Meanwhile, the little Levi-lookalike was copying the behaviour and also rubbing his scent over several places in the borders. "Good job," Charon praised; "It'll go faster when you all help." Yami, meanwhile, was just off running about, distracted by all manner of things -- rocks, birds, butterflies, leaves, bugs, her own tail -- while occasionally helping along half-heartedly with a quick roll on the floor. It wasn't difficult at all for Revui to be top of the class on this one. She was so busy doing all the other stuff that she barely even registered Revui's neenering, but when she did see it Yami huffed at him as if to say nuh-uh you're not better than me at this even though he very clearly was.

So for the day Revui slipped easily into the spot of being Charon's favourite. He was trying hard while the other kid was mostly goofing off; but it was fine the way it was. Each child had their own strengths, and at this point in time, attention and discipline was clearly not Yami's.

"We should also keep our eyes on the outside world," he then instructed as he glanced out over the open fields beyond the forest's frays. "If there are any strangers that don't smell like pack, we should make ourselves look big and strong so that they'll scram."