Rattleskin Redoubt picea

The response would rise in a series of quick barks, urging his father to come to him.

Germanicus would find the wayward boy pacing in a circle around a rock, eye locked onto a myriad of small holes in the ground. Aquillius looked up only enough to nod to the other man, before he would be focused on the holes again. 

Almost as soon as he passed, the flicker of a tongue stuck from one of the holes. The rattlesnake barely had a chance to leave its den before Aquillius wrenched it from the earth and flung it into the dirt. There, he pinned its head in place with a paw, apathetic to its hissing and attempts to get away.

… That gold mint eye turned its unwavering color to his father.

Father. He started neutrally.