“Yes. But let his father do his job first,” Nikal commented steadily.
“Yes,” Corien replied after a moment of silence. “He also needs to attend to the other one,” he murmured distractedly, his eyes shifting to his former brother, former friend, and current enemy as he sorted clothing items to hand over to his son.
“That prideful pup,” Nikal sneered.
“Nikal!” Corien chided his wolf.
“What? The boy is arrogant; he needs to be taken down a peg,” Nikal shot back.
“This will be a lot for him. He is young,” Corien started gently, but Nikal was not the type to care as much as his human did for things that were not his direct concern.
“We were all young once, Corien. Did we act like this?” he snapped.
“He’s scared –”
“He’s spoiled! Dax spoils his sons, all of them, every single one of them
