Moonspear these are the lessons in love

Their mother rewarded their attentiveness soon, much as he had come to expect in times like these. Antares was all ears, intent to keep her words close to heart if he would be able, as he set out to be with all of the lessons they were given--on his best days, at least. This one, given the presentation, seemed important, perhaps particularly so. Maybe it was the hint of wolf's blood on the wind that naturally guided this thought into him, but he was quiet, and noticeably transfixed on the slain canines.

As Hydra details their dangers, it is a lot to drink up and he has at his paws much to consider. If they are no friends of his mother, and lowly thieves to their food, then this bloodied end is easy to grasp as their rightful fate. One day, it needed to be his to dole out. He should memorize this, he knew.

Naturally, Atlas asks the important questions. Antares slides him a painfully subtle, knowing look, and his nod is very small but it is there to say he's invested in hearing that answer too. Vega probably agrees, he wonders. They all seem to be poised and ready for anything--so he likes to think. He does wish for his interest in shredding these carcasses to be as subdued as possible.. though it's hard, even on a relatively stoic boy like him.