Thank goodness for the delay in the birth of his children, given the… erm, circumstances immediately following. What, with getting pulverised by a golem in the swamps and all. Eythan's first priority — upon returning home — was to check and see if Aure had returned yet. Giggle had said the wyvern had not, which proved troubling, but he was assured that he was alright. The gryphon had forgotten about the tracking capabilities of fungal magic, yet again. Without much thought, Eythan had just gone and bathed himself. Clean and pristine — up to snuff, as they say — he had disappeared into Chambers, toward what he had given life to a cycle before.

On broad wings, he swooped high and low, side to side, weaving deftly between the jagged rock formations. Eythan kept his eyes and ears out, alert to the tell-tale shine of a neonate or any cries. So far, nothing. Perhaps they had not hatched, yet— oh! A cry, pitiful mewling, came through the dark reverie. He swerved low, tilting his wings as to not make his descent too hurried. Prepared to alight, the gryphon sniffed. The powerful scent of amniotic fluid and birth came to his nose, and he turned toward its source. A flapping, panicked little creature stuck beneath a femur. Oh, it was so small, yet he knew it was his. The face was stark white against the dark brown of the child's body, accented by a sharp black moustache. Tell-tale Vita lineage, right there.

Talons clicking against the floor, Eythan tucked his wings in and crouched low. "Hey, hey, there. It's okay, little dude," he crooned, reaching out with a curled fist. Hooking the equivalent of an index finger beneath the bone, he lifted it and turned it over so that it no longer was on top of the neonate. Caves, it was tiny, yet its paws were so big! Eythan's heart absolutely melted at the sight.

The tiny creature was undeniably a hybrid with mostly canine influences. That fluffy little tail wagged so hard that the neonate's rear was along for the ride. A pale white face peered up at Eythan, and he immediately noticed the beard and bright lammergeier eyes. As the pup began to brush up on his foreleg, the gryphon smiled: "you must be the other kid I gave life to, eh? You got a name for yourself, yet, or do I gotta give you one?" To explain, Eythan raised his free leg and pointed to himself: "my name is Eythan."

Alright, so, it was clear: this kid wasn't a genius out of the shell. This was fine, Eythan could deal with this--- ah, shit. He made to take a step forward just as the pup began to weave between his legs further and wage war against his toes. The jarring motion made him freeze stock-still, disturbing any sense of balance in order to not like, kick his son across the bone pit on accident. If he had guess, there were dumb little bird bones powering that hyperactive little body.

To make matters worse (or better?) here came a familiar face. Stirred by the clicking of hooves, about to curse out the Collector for bothering him, as out of character as it was, he twisted his head up and around. The gryphon's ears flickered forth, bright eyes meeting similar orange ones. "Holy fu--- ur! Aries? It's been ages, homes!"

Ever so carefully, he turned on the spot, timing each step so that the neonate wouldn't get stepped on or injured, somehow. Speaking of--- "this kid's Eli, I guess. He's my son?"

Way to sound confident.

Oh Caves, oh fuck, he was a true, blue father now wasn't he?!

"My son," Eythan parroted, already exasperated. Man, parenting was hard and he had barely even started, yet. Aure had been nowhere near this bouncy and energetic as a neonate. Kid had barely been awake long enough to come up with a name for himself before he conked out for a day or two. All that food Vinea had spent hauling up to the cairn had just gone to the Giggle-children and gryphon present. Anyways— what was that that Eythan thought his son had said? "Woah, woah, woah, Eli. You can't say that, kiddo. That's an adult word, a big kid word, a—" the gryphon glanced to Aries, ears back; if he knew anything about his newborn son, it was that he repeated everything spoken to him without regard for anything.

Aries was already talking again anyways, hopefully over Eli so he'd stop saying Bad Words™. Not giving attention for that behavior seemed like a good idea. Eythan's ears drifted back forward, bright eyes glinting with a cocky smirk. "Well, I dunno, Mr. Daredevil. You'll have to live up to that name to get in the Bonebound," he chirped, laughing rather raucously.

"You gotta beat me up to get there."

He was simply asking for a spar, of course.