Neverwinter Forest do you hate my boyfriend?

cupid's by aibreann's den! for anyone he hasn't met yet.

Tired, weak, hungry. Out in the open like a sitting duck. Under the care of one of Mal's playthings. Couldn't get any worse than this.

Cupid tossed and turned on the dirt. He was getting restless. He wanted to go somewhere, do something. Anything was better than being trapped here. Once his strength was restored the first thing he'd do was get away from this place for awhile.

Yao had not been privy to the drama that had beset his pack, perhaps to his benefit. He was blissfully unaware of the mess that Mal had gotten himself into, worrying only about their coffers and their borders.

As he wandered through the woods, his mind set on taking a rest, he found himself distracted by a smell. The scent was familiar, something that he had smelled constantly throughout the pack's borders, but he had never put a face or name to it. He decided to follow it, knowing that this was someone that he needed to meet.

The wolf in question was sprawled out on the dirt near what looked like a den. There was something familiar about the wolf. Yao thought of the eldest pup of the pack, Caerus. The eyes were the same. Was this Cupid? The other...dad? Hallo, he greeted, his tail wagging.

Wasn’t expecting anyone to come across him, let alone a stranger. Cupid opened an eye to peer at who dared to disturb him. The guy looked a bit cheery. Ugh, didn’t he get the memo? This was supposed to be one of the worst days ever.

What do you want? he grumbled. Just get right down to business. Fuck the introductions.

usually finín was pretty content to partake in naptime and in his humble opinion; napping was just pretty damn fantastic. it consisted of all the good things in life- warmth, rest, peace and cosiness and nothing bet the snug sensation of letting heavy eyelids droop as you were whisked away into the dark's velveteen caress. however today, the child found himself restless and prickly as if someone had sprinkled pine needles atop his pelt and the content snuffles of slumbering siblings just irked his jealousy as he made a groggy stand and proceeded to belly dive across the den into a vexed heap of dusty fur. such a woeful display did not rouse momma or his littermates and so finín sat back up with a miserable pout, glaring hard at their dozing heaps and- 

voicesss?? 

squinty look observes the entrance, heart hammering against bird boned chest. you see, finín was at an extremely impressionable young age and he did just happen to have an A+ mama in terms of being protective. so, displaying a determined pout; the boy would scramble off towards the entrance to show just how good at wolfing he was!

yes, finín had become quite well practiced in the art of being a protective mother goose and he wore that title with pride as he popped out from his den, tousled and equipped with his best scowl. convinced that there was no way he couldn't look as fearsome as @Aibreann , he faced these two adults with uncanny graveness, ears slick against his head and unkempt pelt spiky like a triggered housecat. not unlike a chihuahua trying to pick a fight with a rottweiler, the child let out his most terror inducing snarl that sounded something along the lines of garbling "hrehreher" and stood there expectantly, waiting for them to flee in terror as was expected when one dared disturb a talented mother.

Yao was taken aback by the curtness of the man's tone. Rudeness was something that he couldn't tolerate. He frowned deeply, hurt by the lack of a greeting. He didn't know what to say in the Common tongue, slipping into Kiswahili without a second thought, though he realized that the other wouldn't understand his repremand. Heshima ikivunjika ni yai limeanguka,

His anger broke away from his face when he saw the child, staring at the both of them with what he supposed was incredulity on their face. Yao smiled at them. Hallo mdogo,

That 'I hate life' look stayed plastered on his face. He couldn't give less of a shit about the disappointed frown, but he'd be lying if that response didn't make him a bit concerned. What the fuck..? he mumbled. Did this dude just... curse him or something?

As if being cursed wasn't enough, Aibreann's little hairball had to come and mess with him too. He'd yet to see this one. Confident little guy. He was annoying.

Hey, go back to your mom, Cupid ordered flatly. The kid had no business being out here.

as was in the nature of a dumb ass kid, finín completely forgot the fearsome quest at paw the moment he was offered but a hint of attention. spikes fall flat, doltish grin now spreading across charcoal features; haoniyao successful in the art of bomb defusal with that mere smile. "mmm" he agrees without a lack of zeal, entire roly figure wiggling with the force of a newly windmilling tail. and he was well ready to fall into the art of interesting conversation via a wondrous plethora of newly discovered babbling when the other guy spoke up. 

it didn't take smarts to understand such a tone, exactly why finín knew enough to display something akin to a scowl; not appreciating the order whatsoever. oh but- he did recognise that- yes! - that word - mom, mom, mom, mom!! flopping back into a sit, brows furrow in intense concentration, little mrmm's slipping past until ardent azure flashes up to declare a screamed "mmmma! ma! ma!" hopping up to bound over to cupid, clumsy paws offering no help as he toppled and crashed into a heap at his paws; all the while continuing a chorus of elated "ma's!!" 

he doesn't even try to stand, much too proud of himself to even think of something so unimportant as he grins up to cupid and sighs a content "aaa ma ma ma"

He recognized the curse that slipped through the other's lips, but he was too preoccupied with the pup to care at first for the other's opinion of him. Yao beamed at the sight of the child waddling towards them with newfound vigor, a chorus of ma! exiting from their lips, stumbling over paws that were unwieldy and clumsy. He crouched down to eye level with them, smirking. Where is your mama, eh?

The whelp clearly wasn’t happy with the order that was given. Cupid rolled his eyes when his little face scrunched up. Great, he was one of those kids. But instead of throwing the temper tantrum he was expecting, the boy fell back and pondered over something. That something happened to be ma, a word he began to sing over and over again.

Cupid finally sat up when the pup fell near his paws. Yes, yes, your ma. What did he want, a cookie?

he certainly would have entertained the prospect of a cookie, but at that moment the dark stranger's 'yes' was all the award finín could ever dream of. 'yes' was good, it was the word that accompanied all good things! it made an appearance before mama let them go outside, or before mama let them play, or...well you got the gist of it. yes was just plain fantastic! so the child beamed from ear to ear up at cupid as if he'd just been offered anything in the world, which he honestly might as well have been. as far as the dusty mote was concerned, he could do whatever he pleased now with the ownership of this 'yes'. stretching stubby legs up high he'd nod ardently, teeth bared in concentration as he bubbled "mmaa....es maa...sess maa...sess maaa!!" wow, best day ever!

and then the other guy crouched down as finín rolled back onto his belly, rapturous laugh hiccuping free as he gathered back paws beneath him so that he crouched before him; waggish gleam his azure stare. "ma" he informed very pointedly before pouncing at the man's muzzle- suddenly remembering his important task. aha he'd lured them to his level so now he could strike!! he was the bestest, most invincible mama out there!