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Bonding Moment -- Gwydion

"I don't WANNA!" the boy shouted angrily. Out of all his children, it seemed young Gwydion had the fiercest temper... for now. He dreaded imagining them all becoming this obstinant.

He wasn't sure how to deal with his sons tantrum, Sorcha was always innately better at this sort of thing. He sighed as Gwydion stomped his little paws and stuck his nose in the air. Baelfire's instinct was to just scruff him and drag him back home but he knew that would only cause resenment and honestly, a worse tantrum once they got home. He'd taken him out on a short walk before sunset, but the daylight was waning and it was time to go home. Only... Gwydion did not want to go home. He wanted to keep exploring. "Son, we have to go home. It's too dangerous to be out after dark. You know that." he said, trying to reason with the child. "Nuh-uh! I neva see nothin' ou' 'ere!" he said, shaking his head. Baelfire groaned, thinking perhaps he really should just grab him and go. His ears twitched as he heard pawsteps.

He knew from the familiar foot fall that it was Sorcha, and also he could detect her scent nearby. She was probably coming to inspect why it was taking him so long to wrangle their fiesty child. He suddenly smirked and looked at Gwydion, who now looked up at him rather suspiciously. "You hear that? That might be the Fae... coming to take naughty children back home with them." he warned. Gwydion was not so brave after hearing that. He paled and looked past his father. "W-Well... you won' let them will ya, dad?" he stammered.

Bonding moment - Gwydion She padded through the forest, ears perked for any noise that might indicate towards the whereabouts of her wayward mate and middleborn son. She had tucked her eldest and youngest into bed and had settled down herself, expecting Baelfire to not be out too long with Gwydion. The ember coated boy was by far the most boisterous of his siblings, so a little extra walk might have been what was needed to tire him out. When they still hadn’t returned as the sun was beginning to set, Sorcha quickly located her mother, asking her to babysit the sleeping pups while she went to figure out just what had happened. (Iona had claimed, with a smirk, that Gwydion was karma, for all the trouble that Sorcha caused her and Fearghus growing up, as she slipped into the den to watch her grandchildren.) "You hear that? That might be the Fae... coming to take naughty children back home with them." "W-Well... you won' let them will ya, dad?" She had to stifle a laugh as she came upon the two, catching the tail end of their conversation. Baelfire had noticed her, obviously, but Gwydion was too caught up in his father’s warning to notice his mother creeping up behind him. She didn’t want to scare the boy, so she gave a soft “boo!” to alert Gwydion to her presence. As expected, he gave a loud yelp of surprise, but was quick to calm down once he realised it was just Sorcha. The fact Gwydion recovered quickly from any surprise was both a blessing and a curse. “Mum!” he squeaked, affronted, as Sorcha pulled him in for a quick hug. “Don’t do that!” With a laugh, she nudged him back in the direction of home, her meaning clear despite the smile on her face. “Bedtime, now.” "If the accident will."

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