Feathers
Mar 1, 2015 0:09:31 GMT -5
Post by Bird is the word on Mar 1, 2015 0:09:31 GMT -5
They got alone time only so often. It wasn’t that she specifically requested it, however, it just happened that way when Dominic was left inside of the casino and she had nowhere left to be or Alastor wasn’t roaming the streets. Prior to come back to their home base he had been with the good doctor, so she had been told. Velox had visited him to poke fun, make jokes, and enjoy their time like it had been before things had gotten so unclear. Things had obviously changed between them — they had gotten older, their experiences vastly different. Regardless it was a monumental upswing from the lack of talking they had done for about a year.
Alastor now accompanied her to meet his father, more officially. He had been around Dominic prior, quite understanding that his father (the phrase even now seemed foreign to him) needed time and space in which to recover. Even though he quite enjoyed being around Dominic, and Dominic had heard him whistling up and down the halls, he felt odd knowing the face of his father without understanding why they had never been a complete family.
There was never an explanation, Velox had none. She could give him the song and dance that she thought it was better for him when in reality it wouldn’t matter. Alastor was young, he would forever not understand her reasons. It was a mother’s prerogative to keep their children safe and since he had been the sole survivor she had felt implicitly responsible for his continued health. A first litter was always hard on the mother, it had been exponential on Velox.
Walking down the long stretch of hallway, Velox maintained an easy step with her son who was, by now, bulkier and bigger than his mother. Alastor carried a gay tune, his whistle bright. Grimshaw had quickly grown tired of two whistler’s in the same vicinity, making himself relatively scarce when it started. Velox would never understand, given she had never thought to ask — nor did she care.
They approached the latest area Dominic had recently been, encountering him by smell alone. Alastor ceased his whistling long enough to enter the room with something of a flourish, “Sup, dad?” He asked without much prompting. There was a small smile lingering on Velox’s lips when she pulled around her son’s side to reach Dominic for a subtle tap of her shoulder to his, like old time’s sake.
Stepping back to allow them all some space (three relatively large dogs in a room quickly go out of hand), she waved her tail easily behind her. “It’s draftier than anything lately,” Velox previously would’ve created quite the colorful phrase but Alastor had put the stopper on that.
// Closed for East