Silver Moraine Now your life is out of season

I can delete this if you didn't want him found out!

The boys were 3 months old, and not a fraction as clever as they believed themselves to be.

Aventus had been taking advantage of his dark coat and his light build from a younger age even than his sons. He considered himself a master of stealth and spent much of his time watching either his sons or his packmates from hidden alcoves and shadowy corners. He was rarely noticed unless he wanted to be. Following Atreus beyond the borders was child's play.

He kept his distance and stuck to shadows and patches of tall grass, tailing his son from so far back that Atreus was a mere speck in the distance. The boy left a conspicuous trail in his wake so that even if Aventus could not see him, he could easily follow. He did this for some time, hoping that Ancelin remained back in pack territory, if only to ensure Atreus was not snatched up by some bird of prey or wandering coyote, though he grew less and less impressed with his son the further they went.

Eventually, Atreus stopped. Aventus approached smoothly then, his gait a rolling prowl on quiet paws, until the boy began to move once more. Where do you think you're going? he boomed, straightening up to stand tall and stern.