Redsand Canyon Chionóptosi

The wording of the man’s answer had been odd, though it took Arsenio a short time to figure out why.

You wish for her to have children and a family, as well?

The idea of the Imperator fathering pups was a funny one. The Greek could not help but to imagine a series of grey-scale pups, stern little eyes, unreadable features. Would they all grow to become soldiers like their father? Would they have a true family with Ruenna and Germanicus, together? The redstone wolf knew that his mind was nosier than he ever would be, but the conversation that they shared was nothing short of curious.

I must admit, you would make a charming family man. My own father was as stoic as you so seem to be. And he had been a monster. Perhaps hiding one’s emotions was a wise choice, Arsenio thought to himself. Germanicus could have been anyone – a man smitten, a man scorned – but he did not reveal it about himself.