Every little bit counts

He was becoming increasingly charmed by this little dude. Verrine had never had much experience at all with kids. His only real experience had been in his early days with Sterrenvuur, when Liyano's last litter of pups had been young. He'd always liked children, though, and the more he interacted with them, the greater his affection for them grew.

An abrupt and bizarre idea struck him -- he and Julooke were mates now. That meant they could have kids of their own at some point. The thought would've made him go bug-eyed if he hadn't been occupied with a child.

"Yeah, we're friends like your mom and dad," Verrine affirmed with a smile as the pup asked, deciding that was probably the best route to go for now. It wasn't his place to explain mateships and whatnot to the boy, and surely Ragnar already had plans for that anyway. Everything that happened in life had some weird holy meaning or something behind it. Julooke was interested in that stuff, but it mostly just confused Verrine. "So you like to chase bugs," he commented a moment later, settling down into a sphinx-like laying position near the little warrior. "Can I watch?" Kids almost always liked to show off -- at least he'd liked it when he was a pup himself -- so he figured having an audience would delight little Guns.