Luneshale Pass the colour of led

skipping and wrapping up with permission <3

he's grateful to have apollo to contend with as a distraction; placing him down on the bank gave him a convenient excuse to quickly turn his face away so leto might not see the bolt of pain manifested there. 

she didn't know, and so, he knew she didn't mean it. he glances down at the boy limp in the reedgrass, listening to the gentle splatter of leto trickling water across delos' inflamed hide.

he's a worse father than she could possibly know, for there is one another likely sired by him. the subject matter's too sore for soto to indulge in exploring. he grunts and motions at the boy, passing over leto's question entirely. llevaré de vuelta a apolo. tómate el tiempo que necesites. scooping apollo between his teeth once more, soto aims for the den.

he will keep the child under watch until leto returns. then he will hunt.