The moment between father and son, for the wolves, was not nearly so tender.
While Gladio, even at this age, was a massive wolf, it showed his age when standing beside his father who easily would have stood at nine feet if he was on his hind feet. Instead, the larger wolf with hints of grey in his fur was growling at his son, yet it wasn't a deep, bass growl like the terrifying one Gladio had produced before. The younger wolf was staring up at his father, teeth still latched into the figure that he held, almost shaking with the intensity of the moment. Another low sound, slightly darker, almost as if threatening, a faint dip of the head, like the two were communicating in a language unlike anything that Noctis knew.
When the younger growled back, challenging, Clarus moved all at once. Within a few seconds of snapping teeth and snarls, the bigger wolf had the younger pinned. There was some flexing from the younger, trying to push his father off, but the far bigger wolf just held his son down and growled low until, slowly, Gladio finally calmed down, panting there in the grass. Body was still where it lay beside the two werewolves, unconscious, in shock, dead, it was difficult to tell, but it mattered little to the two wolves now.
Once Gladio gave a quiet whimper, a completely different sound to that darkness of moments before, Clarus' head came down and rubbed the end of his muzzle against his son's ears.
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While Gladio, even at this age, was a massive wolf, it showed his age when standing beside his father who easily would have stood at nine feet if he was on his hind feet. Instead, the larger wolf with hints of grey in his fur was growling at his son, yet it wasn't a deep, bass growl like the terrifying one Gladio had produced before. The younger wolf was staring up at his father, teeth still latched into the figure that he held, almost shaking with the intensity of the moment. Another low sound, slightly darker, almost as if threatening, a faint dip of the head, like the two were communicating in a language unlike anything that Noctis knew.
When the younger growled back, challenging, Clarus moved all at once. Within a few seconds of snapping teeth and snarls, the bigger wolf had the younger pinned. There was some flexing from the younger, trying to push his father off, but the far bigger wolf just held his son down and growled low until, slowly, Gladio finally calmed down, panting there in the grass. Body was still where it lay beside the two werewolves, unconscious, in shock, dead, it was difficult to tell, but it mattered little to the two wolves now.
Once Gladio gave a quiet whimper, a completely different sound to that darkness of moments before, Clarus' head came down and rubbed the end of his muzzle against his son's ears.