The Callosum pups were nearly five months old, but already they were all bigger than him.

It was a fucked up play for genetics to kick him around like that, to be honest, his dragon form had been a perfectly average size! But both Fiadh and Dimitri were skyscrapers, so of course their children would be too, lanky fucks.

He loves them, really, especially after babysitting the six of them so often.

Like today, though they were nearly at the age where they didn't need anyone to watch them so closely, Sparrow was more than happy to take a break to play with the kids. Especially when he could get away with some theatrics, after setting himself up on a big rock, laying on his back with his paw thrown dramatically in the air. Oh, save me brave knights! His voice had a haughty accent to it, really playing up the damsel in distress act.

Save him from what?

One of the pups was at base of the rock, stick in maw, facing off against another who also had a stick.