Neverwinter Forest blowin’ off my mom, i don’t wanna go home

Clean up your mess. That wasn't the most subtle wording but he couldn't deny it. He was the one to start this shit, and he's come here to put an end to it. The only way to do that was by shoving some sort of responsibility on these wolves. So yeah, he did want them to clean his mess in a way.

Luckily Mal was on board, much to his surprise. Cupid let out a sigh of relief (he didn't realize how long he's been holding his breath until now). Anything's fine as long as it's out of the snow.

He leaned down to pick up the pup again, but he stopped when he saw a familiar, unexpected face. Zephyr? Why was he looking at him like that? No, why was he looking at Caerus like that?

He's my kid. Cupid furrowed his brow and gently grabbed him. He gave a quick, wary glance to the silver boy before standing up and looking at Mal. Ok. Lead the way.