“In the eyes of the gods, little wolf, the pup is yours; if the Vongola try to take him, they will regret it.” >:3
He had neither expected the overwhelming sense of approval from his deity (amused tolerance, yes; the binding he could feel entwining itself with his Flames, not so much) nor the little Rain he’d found to have his own shift. That was a god-gift, and meant that he would have to teach ‘Basil’ how to handle the attention of his deity. But not now; now he had a pup to take care of, and arrangements to make as his quarters in the Island Barracks weren’t suitable for two people in the long term, though his new pup would likely stay a wolf for a while.
His deity smiled and ruffled his ears gently, and he picked Basil up the scruff of his neck. “The wolf-form is my gift to him for your sake, Colonello; you will need to take him to England at some point when he’s a little older to ‘settle’ things with his patron. And then perhaps to Japan when he’s in his teens.” She vanished, and he rolled his eyes and padded off.
@nightmare-aoife THIS BLESSING