The two werewolves were walking behind the other father and son, and only then would Noctis see that the younger of the two was limping slightly as he did. Yes, there would be a great deal to discuss in the morning, but at least Noctis hadn't been hurt in the process. Clarus' eyes seemed to glow ever so faintly in the low light, a hulking figure walking in Regis' shadow, but as they moved into more lit parts of the Citadel, it turned from creature of nightmare more into very large handsome wolf with a smaller version of himself at his side.

Clarus' eyes were shifting between his son and his King, not that he so much knew Regis as 'his King' as 'brother-pack' right now, but there was concern there, the sense of being protected. Gladio's eyes, however, were on his playmate alone. There was something he could sense there about the other, even if he had no name or even understanding for it. A connection, perhaps.

Gladio planned to follow Noctis right to his bedroom and stay there.