Whitefish River i am not throwin' away my shot

Speaking of the kids -- He let out an amused, gentle snort as the boy tumbled their way, his eyes soft. Hey, kiddo, he remarked, brows arched high. He glanced at Speedy, grinning. Growing too fast. Seems about right.

Vercingetorix lowered himself slightly, so he could better look the clumsy child in the eyes. You're Castor? he confirmed. I'm Vercingetorix. The bigger kids here are mine; I'm their daddy.

Kids without a mother, for now. And others without a father. . .seemingly for good. He gave Speedy another look, this one with intrigue. Was there potential, here? Maybe they could help each other.

Not that he was totally working an agenda or anything. Nooooo.