blooding the hounds of hell - round six

Casmir wasn't about to lie, he was pretty pleased being picked to go with his dad. Eilidh and Connie weren't anywhere in sight -- sucked for them! -- and so he trotted importantly at his father's side as his mother and the white wolfess went to join the gunmetal leader. Malachi followed. the boy mimicked his sire's movements and crouched, but the lesson was spoiled by the arrival of his siblings. growling a bit beneath his breath, Cas was vindicated by his father's disapproving look at the the two, and Constantine's contrite bearing.

winking teasingly at his sister, the boy almost missed the silently controlled explosion next to him, pausing in awe to watch lasher strike out after the herd. and then he was leaping some feet behind his father, caught up in the adrenaline of the movements, the sound of the pounding hooves.