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Happy with the kisses and trying to match her with some of his own, he waved a cheerful tail. As for their son.. He grunted, meaning not good, but not bad either. "As well as you'd think," he rolled his shoulders. The boy had to have the potential. Healthy, well-built, able. A little awkward on some of his angles, sure, but age was that only fault. He could not see how he could be totally hopeless and didn't want to believe it, no matter how many times it was suggested and shown when he proved so difficult to motivate.

But, now and again, there were the rarest of glimpses when he could rile him just right that showed him there was something. There had to be. "Could be worse." he concluded after refocusing. Sirio could be dead, Dio supposed morbidly. He'd not messed it up that badly yet.

Looking down at his foot, he just frowned and shifted his weight more to his front paws. Last thing he wanted to deal with was this blowing up into something ugly and him having to manage with it come time to travel south again. But he trusted Portia's doctoring absolutely and would mind it extra particularly with all of this on the nearing horizon--thanks to his own shitty timing, on top of an already unfavorable wintertime march and battle. "Yeah? I will. I've been trying to stay off it a bit, but, ugh." the wocha huffed. He did like walking with all of his feet and on all the surfaces he cared to. Plus it was fresh, so he still needed to adjust to compensate it for it. A little prick of pain was there to remind him when he forgot though.